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princessbrunette · 20 days

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introducing… lord rafe! 🎀

comes with his very own gun and cocaine! pretty girls sold separately . ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃

things were different since rafe took the reigns to tannyhill. you hadn’t seen anything like it in real life, only in tv shows and movies. the party house of kildare. a house where rafe was a god and everyone else bowed down. you were the fresh meat, just a girl who got swept up in it all when things began. the older more experienced kook girls had befriended you with a perverted and deranged look in their eye, promising you elite access to tannyhill and rafe’s seemingly endless bank account. you had nowhere else to go, you couldn’t say no.

it had all but progressed into near worship over the few weeks you were staying there. it was a blur of parties by night, and days spent in little to no clothes curled up to the eldest cameron’s side in a pile of other women that massaged him and pet you like a baby kitten. you’d smushed your cheek into his side, still drunk as the sun came up on his porch and asked if he was the king of the castle.

“more like lord of the manor type of shit, you know?” he’d smirked, peering down at you with his sunglasses still perched on his nose. it was from that day it began, all the girls — including yourself addressing rafe as the lord.

“yes, lord.” “yes, my lord.” “anything you want, lord cameron.” the other girls would pur — swanning around him like you were his playboy bunnies, but at the end of each day, if you weren’t his arm candy at a party it would be you speared on his cock — surrounded by the other girls. like mentioned, you were fresh meat. the other girls were happy to be accessories, walking around in bikinis to make the house look good but you — you were his star of the show. his favourite.

he lays against the pillows, sighing out shakily as you sink down on him. maybe the slight tremble was from the line of coke he’d done off your tits, maybe he’d just been craving the hot warm clamp of your cunt. a handful of girls — maybe 6 or 7, surround the two of you on the bed, like watching prey get devoured by its predator. moaning though no one touched them, sliding their hands over you and guiding your hips to ride him. the most established of the bunch appears at your ear, staring down at the way your cunt swallows him and whispers to you “thats it. keep pleasing him. you’re so perfect.” you couldn’t tell if they all wanted what you had, they didn’t show it, nor did they act out in jealousy — it was like it had been an elaborate plan to steal you into their clan all along.

people talked, and maybe you’d been a little reckless — rafe often choosing his moments to fuck you with the balcony doors wide open, giving anyone who passes by a direct view into the master bedroom where he takes you apart. you’d become desensitised, no stranger to asking ‘daddy’ to put a baby in you as other girls wandered in and out the room, sometimes staying to watch the show. it wasn’t often people dared to make commentary on the things they’d heard about the goings-on at tannyhill however — not wanting to lose access to the best parties on the island.

you still remember the way that drunk guy approached you all on the porch towards the end of the night at a party, interrupting rafe in the middle of his elaborate stories with you tucked up to his side, surrounded by some friends and the rest of the usual women.

“awesome party rafe. you gotta let me in on your secret.” he stumbles, and rafe’s eyes flutter in irritation at the interruption.

“yeah, no secret man. just a good place with good people.” he drawls, uncharacteristically humble before going on to continue with his story.

“i gotta ask though, is this some fucked up cult? i heard some crazy shit, bro. its a little weird, you know?” he continues on anyway, and you watch rafe stiffen, smiling disappearing into a tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek.

he pushes up slowly and you slide off his shoulder where you’d been resting, watching the man slowly wander towards the guy as he scratches at his cheek in thought.

you see him untuck something from his waistband as he approaches, and you don’t quite catch what it is — but as rafe looms over the stranger, pressing whatever it is to his lower abdomen and speaking in his ear, you’re guessing from the look on the guys face that it’s a gun.

“get the hell off my property and don’t come around here asking dumb shit again, a’ight?” he drawls out in a fairly quiet tone, but the atmosphere had fallen silent enough to hear a pin drop. the guy scurried away, never to be seen again — rafe saw to that.

you had never felt the urge to challenge rafe cameron, but now you were certain you’d stay submissive to him forever.

#i hate this sm i’m bashing my head against the wall #posting incase anyone wanted to see it .#kinda horror movie vibes ??#rafe cameron prompt #lord!rafe

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rottenpumpkin13 · 3 months

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Hmmmm.... Sephiroth gets sent out on a LONG ass mission on a Tuesday by himself. (a segment of one of your asks)

The Wild Goose Chase Prank On Sephiroth

• Zack's most elaborate prank yet has Sephiroth as its victim. He has Kunsel hack into the mission roster's system and give Sephiroth a solo mission to the middle of nowhere in the western continent.

• It's summer, it's humid, and Sephiroth's assignment is to find an escaped creature from R&D labeled a "Triserpoco"

• Zack photoshopped an extra leg and a zolom head on a chocobo.

• Sephiroth takes the mission, seething with rage as he thinks about the poor creature having been subjected to Hojo's experimentation—it's the main reason Sephiroth doesn't question the mission. Knowing Hojo, a chocobo-zolom hybrid is something he would pull.

• He's flown out to a quiet little village near the coast, where the mission detailed that it had last been seen.

• The villagers are absolutely perplexed to see a Shinra helicopter touch down on their quaint village, and even more so when the Sephiroth appears. But nothing could've prepared the poor mayor for the "Triserpoco."

*Sephiroth holds up the clearly photoshopped picture*

Sephiroth: I'm looking for this creature.

Mayor:

Sephiroth: Don't laugh.

Mayor: I'm sorry.

Sephiroth: This is a serious matter. It's classified as a highly dangerous and invasive creature that could—sir please stop laughing, your village is in danger.

• After the mayor asks the other officials who confirm that there has never been a sighting of that creature in the village, Sephiroth takes matters into his own hands. He figures that since chocobos flock to grass lands and Zoloms to marshes, he'll have better luck on the outskirts of the village where there's nature.

• He asks a curious and starry-eyed group of kids near the town hall where he can locate the local chocobo-keeper, or perhaps the farmer. Once the kids finally finish asking him for his autograph and waxing poetic about how awesome he is, they point him in the right direction.

• He decides to try his luck and ask the kids if they've seen the Triserpoco, since children are naturally adventurous and would be the first to find some mythical creature when playing in nature.

Child #1: I never saw that in my life, Mister Sephiroth!

Child #2: Me neither! It looks fake. Are you sure that's not a photoshopped picture?

Sephiroth: No, children. This is a Triserpoco. It is a very real and very dangerous creature that I must catch before it harms the townspeople.

Child #3: Hmm I'm pretty sure it doesn't exist.

Sephiroth: It does too.

Child #3: Does not.

Sephiroth: Does too.

Child #3: Does not.

Child #4: I know where it is! I saw it that creature by down the river!

Sephiroth: Ah, thank you.

*He turns to child #3, lowers himself to his eye level, and leans in to whisper in his ear*

Sephiroth: It does too.

• He finds the local chocobo-keeper at his farm—after traversing a field full of clingy chocobos who want to cuddle him.

Sephiroth: I'm looking for this creature. Have you seen it?

Farmer: Son that's photoshopped.

Sephiroth: I appreciate the concern, but this is Shinra's official image of the Triserpoco, a hybrid who escaped captivity and was last sighted in this village.

Farmer:

Sephiroth:

Farmer: Do you want us to contact Shinra and tell them that you're here?

Sephiroth: I assure you I'm of sane mind. I'm just trying to locate this creature and get it back to Midgar before it harms someone.

• The farmer tells Sephiroth he'll have better luck looking it in thing in the woods, since that's the best place something could hide.

• Sephiroth declined the farmer's wife's offer to join them for lunch, but accepts the borrowed chocobo for his journey.

• Sephiroth rides to the woods on the chocobo and begins his search for the Triserpoco. One hour in, he hears some ruffling in the trees and stops.

• Bandits. As if he didn't have enough to deal with.

• They try to ambush him unsuccessfully. Sephiroth manages to protect the chocobo and fight the group of men off, tying them to a nearby tree.

Bandit #1: Let us go! You defeated us already!

Sephiroth: Absolutely not. While I've got you, have you seen this creature?

*Sephiroth pulls out the Triserpoco picture and shows it to them*

Bandit #1:

Sephiroth: Well?

Bandit #2: Is this a joke?

Sephiroth: Do I look like a comedian to you?

Bandit #1: That's photoshop.

Sephiroth: It's a Triserpoco, a dangerous hybrid bred in captivity that went missing around this area.

Bandit #3: That's bad photoshop too.

Bandit #2: Dude are you high? Guys maybe he's lost or something.

Sephiroth: I am not inebriated nor am I insane.

Bandit #1: Are you sure Shinra sent you here to look for that?

Sephiroth: Yes. If you are able to provide information I might be inclined to let you go.

Bandit #2: My cousin photoshopped a picture of herself marrying Genesis Rhapsodos once and told everyone it was real.

Sephiroth:

Bandit #2: She's in jail now for setting her house on fire.

Sephiroth: What on earth does this story have to do with my question?

Bandit #2: She legally changed her name to Sephiroth when she was 18.

Sephiroth: I'm leaving.

• Sephiroth ventures further into the woods, stopping twice to pause, rest and consider retirement a total of 58 times. He keeps his eyes peeled for the creature, but even he's starting to doubt why Shinra would send him out here alone with no additional information about the sightings.

• He doesn't dwell too much on it though. Hojo's involvement and R&D's penchant for secrecy makes the mission sound normal.

• Sephiroth finally comes across a river and ascertains that it's the same river the enthusiastic three-year-old claimed to have seen the Triserpoco. He sees a old woman fishing by the river bank and decides to ask her for information.

*34 minutes later*

Sephiroth: Ma'am, for the last time. While I'm flattered, I have no interest in marrying your granddaughter. I'm sure she's lovely but—

Old Woman: You're gay.

Sephiroth: Excuse me?

Old Woman: That's perfectly fine! I have a nephew who's gay. Oh, I should've known. You look very gay, did you know that?

Sephiroth: I wish to speak to you about a creature that escaped Shinra's captivity a few weeks ago—

Old Woman: What about Genesis Rhapsodos? Do you think you could introduce him to my granddaughter?

Sephiroth: Ma'am if I look gay, he looks like he's been inhaling the rainbow since birth.

Old Woman:

*Sephiroth pulls out the picture*

Sephiroth: Have you seen the Triserpoco?

Old Woman: Oh, I know what that is. The kids these days call it photoshop.

Sephiroth, through clenched teeth: It's not an edited image. It's a real creature. Have you seen it or not?

Old Woman: You'll have better luck looking for that thing in the mountains.

Sephiroth: Why the mountains?

Old Woman: Have you checked the mountains?

Sephiroth: No.

Old Woman: There you go.

• Sephiroth thanks her and leaves for the mountains. On his way there, he stumbles across a path near the lake that leads to some wet lands. He figures he should try his luck there before going up the mountain.

• There he finds a group of teenagers hunting and decides to avoid them entirely and instead try his luck with the man collecting crabs in the marsh.

Sephiroth: Hello. I'm looking for this creature, the Triserpoco. Have you seen it, perhaps?

*Sephiroth holds up the image*

Man: That's photoshop.

Sephiroth: It's a Triserpoco.

Man: That doesn't exist.

Sephiroth: It's a hybrid bred in captivity. Only one of its kind exists.

Man: I think someone's playing a joke on you, boy. That looks like something straight out of a horror movie.

Sephiroth: So you have not seen the Triserpoco?

Man: No one in the world has seen the Tripsipico.

Sephiroth: Do you have any idea where I could find more information about the Triserpoco?

Man: You could try a psychiatrist.

Sephiroth:

Man: Have you spoken to that group of teenagers over there?

Sephiroth: No.

Man: Do you intend to?

Sephiroth: Please don't make me.

Man: .....?

Sephiroth: Fine. I'll talk to them. Thank you for your time and help.

• Sephiroth turns around and begrudgingly makes his way towards the group of noisy teens. Just as he had feared, one of them is wearing a Silver Elite T-shirt. After the initial fanfare, groveling and autographs, Sephiroth calms them down enough.

*He shows them the picture*

Teen #1: What is that, satan??

Sephiroth: IT'S A TRISERPOCO.

Teen #2: That looks like bad—

Sephiroth: I KNOW I KNOW BAD PHOTOSHOP.

Teen #3: Uh..Are you oka—

Sephiroth: I'M FINE.

Teen #4: Really? Because you look—

Sephiroth: GAY, YES, WE'VE ESTABLISHED THAT.

• For the first time in his life Sephiroth manages to scare away a group of people without needing to take his sword out. He sighs, turns around, and begins his trek up the mountain. He wonders wether those therapy vouchers Angeal gave him for his birthday are still valid.

• He decides that if the Triserpoco isn't anywhere on the mountain, he'll declare this as a mission failed and go home. It's a foreign concept to him. He hasn't failed a mission since he was a child.

• Back at the headquarters, Zack can't sit still and finish his overdue mission reports. He keeps giggling and thinking of the wild goose chase he sent Sephiroth on. This distracts Genesis, who's on the SOLDIER lounge trying to read.

Genesis: What's so funny?

Zack: I'm playing a prank on Sephiroth. I had the mission roster send him out to the western continent to look for a monster that doesn't exist.

Genesis: That's brilliant. Why didn't I think of that?

*Angeal walks in*

Angeal: Has anyone seen Sephiroth? Director Lazard's sent for him but no one can find him.

Zack: He's out on a mission looking for the Triserpoco.

Angeal: The what?

*Zack holds up an image of the photoshopped creature, unable to contain his laugh*

Genesis: That's what you sent Sephiroth on a wild goose chase for?? That photoshop is horrendous! He's never going to buy that!

Zack: He already did! He left on his mission nine hours ago. He should be back any moment now empty handed.

Angeal: He's going to murder you. He's going to shove your head in an oven and make you suffocate on the fumes from your hair gel.

Zack: No he's not! Sephiroth will think it's hilarious. He hasn't failed a mission since he was a runt. This is refreshing for him!

*And then the elevator doors open. Sephiroth steps out, looking exhausted as he pulls a Three-Legged-Chocobo-Zolom hybrid on a leash*

Sephiroth: Good evening, gentlemen.

Zack:

Sephiroth: I found the Triserpoco.

Zack:

Sephiroth: It's appalling what atrocities Hojo uses R&D's resources for.

Zack:

Sephiroth: Anyway, I must take it back up to the labs.

Zack: But this is impossible...The Triserpoco doesn't exist....It's photoshop....

*Sephiroth turns to Angeal and hands the leash to him*

Sephiroth: Hold this for me.

*Sephiroth unsheathes The Masamune*

Sephiroth: COME HERE.

Zack: WAIT WAIT I'M SORRY I'M SORRY OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW ANGEAL HELP.

*Zack runs away as Sephiroth chases him, hurling balls of firaga at his feet*

#ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #sephiroth #ffvii crisis core #final fantasy vii #genesis rhapsodos #ff7 crisis core #angeal hewley #ff7r #zack fair #storytime

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hellonerf · 2 months

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suicide is discouraged in the workplace

im not even gonna try to be coherent here. this is not an analysis post i am braindead. if i was a better artist makima wouldve been my muse when i was deep into chainsawman. actuallt she kind of was but i pussyed out

OK everyone here can subconsciously understand this connection. dont get too hung up on makima's strong motherhood theme and i just thought about what if ame was motherly and i couldn't kill myself right aftee thinking that as i have no means to it. that was a joke its late and im just me. i decided i wasnt a fan of motherly ame though so all suicidal thoughts erased. i am really chill now

old makima fanart i drew that im trying not to rip my hairs out over thinking about it with ame. also dont worry if this makes tou find my mainblog or main accounts whatever

actually theyre really different in many ways now that im looking at these. ame is so much of a son and makima is so much of a mother its like oppsoite spectrums. but thay makes the commonalities fun actuallt. i keep thinking about the movies and makima hating bad movies. ame is not an art kid by any means does he even care of the beauty of the world? i doubt it. but he likes bad movies and he likes cheap entertainment so who knows... they'd disagree on that. well i think makima's opinion on that was pretty extreme so i think most would disagree with her really

i could imagine ame going "Chainsawman. Doesn't spit." and smoking for the first time to look cool like in movies only to pathetically cough. thats their common trait... artifice... humans... but in a way that loops back to being Really Human i guess. holds a kind of arrogance and hubris that is so associated with humanity. it cant be anything else. ame should kill himself i think he should get moments of clarity and awareness and want to kill himself rqlly bad

both concepts of control. awesome. SUICIDE IS NOT ENDORSED IN THE WRKPLACE. ame goes to protestant church once or twice and sleeps because hes useless. makima is baptised and goes to local catholic churches not the cathedrals she supports the local christians.FUCK i just remembered the country mouse city mouse thing. ame is a liar and hates everything and loves everything and never feels content. i like to imagine him as a country mouse so fucking bad i want him to chill out one day and go to those middle of nowheres i know exist in america(can i shove cana in here and get away with it). why are they in the city if they are country mice? because..... you know..... you understand..... another w for eternal unhappiness (refer to title of this post)(suicide is discouraged in the workplace)

they are evil bosses i am the employee and when i ask for a break they gaze at me with a vacant stare and smile and i know in my heart they are viewing me like i am beneath them. i get scared and run away but truth is they didnt hear my request. they do not register individual people

if they met they would know immediately and viceversa. because everyone knows subconsciously because lying is futile and everything melts away. ame:i know a toxic boymom when i see one... okay im kidding makima is a toxic boymom if u push the chainsawman in ur head 🙂 ame as a kind of control devil works inmy head. i really believe ame was a polite child but demanding in many ways. sincerely wanting.

ame:gun devil i'll give you one year of the lifespans of the american people. in exchange i want you to kill makima—that is... the control devil (i never got around to drawing this)(ame and gun devil can you imagine)

or:gun devil i'll give you one year of the lifespans of the american people. in exchange i want you to kill alfred f jones—that is... the united states of america (paradox)

throughout all this i wanted to cite the best makima artist in the world ever but i'd feel bad if they wouldn't want to be associated with evil hetalia america blog. also i want to be normal and not cringe at being cringe just becayse i think makima was a thunderstrike of genius that i shouldn't taint. ame is a more flexible character to me for obvious reasons. this is how i'd shove ame into makima's role. but u couldn't put makima as ame. only one way. im okay with that. concept idea consensus words fear control blablabla u get the point i hate using words dont care sleepy now

#ame bible #hetalia & chainsawman #maybe this post disappears later i dont know

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three-cheers-for-my-balls · 2 months

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MY FAVORITE RTC QUOTES

when you've been alone as long as i have, you tend to anthropomorphize your friends. (karnak)

-If you believe both armrests are yours exclusively, you are part of the problem. (karnak)

-even in competition against yourself, you can still walk away a loser (ocean)

-he was inspired by traditional african folk music, specifically the lion king (constance)

-raise a middle finger to that most ruthless adjudicator called time (karnak)

-i hope i wiped my browser history clean (constance)

-democracy rocks! (ocean)

-i trade mostly in prophecies that dont make any sense until they actually do (karnak)

-even in death i can't escape her- she's followed me to the afterlife! (noel)

-well played satan, well played (noel)

being the only gay man in a small rural highschool is like having a laptop in the stone ages. sure you can have one but theres nowhere to plug it in (noel)

When a lioness has children, she sops making love to the lion. the lion gets jealous, sometimes so jealous he eats the children. You think this would upset the lioness. far from it. they make love again like the children never existed. (jane/penny)

-noooo i cant get any wifi up in this bitch (mischa)

-my gansta persona is only armour to conceal the fact that i am naked child wandering through the wilderness holding in my hands my wounded fragile heart (mischa)

-that was wack (mischa)

-i dont know how it is in your culture but in ours, playing games with peoples lives? super illegal (ocean)

-if its yellow, let it mellow. if its brown scoop it out with your hand and put it in the compost (karnak)

-some people are right wing, some people are left wing but last time i checked it takes 2 wings to fly. we are community we are family, we are the world (ocean)

-what you need is a fother-mucking hero (ocean)

-your cousin was in grade 4 he had to get his stomach pumped (ocean)

-you challenged my preconcieved notion that all gay dudes are fun to be around (ocean)

-OHHHH sweet jesus christ. on a bike. (noel)

-its like a slurpee woodstock (noel)

-a s.xual provacetour and a novelist. who never wrote a novel. or had sex (noel)

-GOD DAMMIT CAN YOU KEEP IT IN YOUR PANTS FOR ONE SECOND YOU HORRIBLE SUCCUBUS (noel)

-that was DOOOOOPEE YOOOOO (mischa)

-mad wicked awesome! (mischa)

-fornication under consent of the king (jane/penny)

-in my country it is natural for 2 men to show affection by kissing… not always in heels (mischa)

-theres a difference between affection and smut (ocean)

-not in my bible baby, bonsoir (noel)

mine will only have profanity in chorus (mischa)

-little orphan a hole (mischa)

-teen sex? kills (ocean)

-porno is magical (ricky)

whattt just because im all gangsta dont automatically make me homophobic. its not cool to be homophobe in rap game anymore since macklemore dropped same love. that sh.t was emotionally devastativing yo. (mischa)

he turned to the last fashion of pure stregnth and masculinity in society, self agrandizing commercialized hiphop (karnak)

grab yo dicks if you in the 306 bruh (mischa)

-autotune will never die (mischa)

-my rage has subsided, i am vulnerable now (mischa)

and that is why not everybody should have a library card! and you should vote for me (ocean)

and this is why you both SUCKED at math (ocean)

-on the other hand, given the context of german history, being a party spoiler might be a good thing. (karnak)

-i guess you could say im pretty sexy on another planet (ricky)

i told you moneky lovedrop (ricky)

-life is hard enough without making up reasons to be dicks to each other (ricky)

-incredible~ (ricky)

-theres only one commandment in the bachelor man bible: dont be a dick (ricky)

-we listen to you now space jesus (mischa)

#ride the cyclone #mischa bachinski #noel gruber #ocean o'connell rosenberg #constance blackwood #ricky potts #penny lamb #jane doe rtc #karnak

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courtney-deserved-better · 5 months

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overa thoughts about all that happened in the new eps?

ep 5 - not a huge fan of the ripaxel dynamic but eh could be worse. loooooove mk and julia cheating and distracting the hockey bros and them finding out and there being a whole snowball fight that was awesome. i also enjoyed team ratface's dynamic i think this was my fav episode for team dynamics. sad to see nichelle go but im glad it wasn't zee my beloved who lowkey has elimination plot armor but im here for it. also the chref hair salon thing was so silly i love them

ep 6 - a bit all over the place. very early merge and continuity with the bowraj dynamic is wack like i thought raj was upset with him?? and now they're happy and fine?? rip mk's face. also not a huge fan that caleb is catching feelings for priya and zee is gonna be caught in the middle of that miscommunication i think the priyaleb dynamic is much more interesting if he doesn't like her back. either way its wayyyyy too drawn out compared to some plotlines that are getting rushed. the water skiing horses were HILARIOUS though and felt very total drama in a great way. there were also some funny lines this episode and i love that damien got a moment to shine and him and zee are bros and he's a dnd player!! sad to see bowie go but since it meant mk could stay im glad that's how it played out. wish we got to see julia telling people bowie was spearheading the cheating because that felt out of nowhere but i guess it makes sense considering their ire toward him him episode 1. though i still don't understand how he's more disliked in universe than julia.

overall thoughts:

wish the rajbow conflict got more time

wish the priyaleb thing got less time

love the challenges

chris and chef are sooo silly

mk and zee are my favs and they've been in the bottom two both times and escaped i love them so much

#td spoilers

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anghraine · 3 months

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I caught up with my re-watch of the second episode of Rings of Power! The episodes are long and have a lot going on, but it was fun and enjoyable—more than the first, actually, since it wasn't trying as hard to introduce everything and could breathe more.

I really liked the beginning with Galadriel in the sea, staring up at the stars before she starts swimming. Very apropos.

I thought Nori et al's stuff would be kind of tedious (I've never been super into hobbits or proto-hobbits), but tbh I find everything about it delightful to watch.

Arondir and Bronwyn are maybe the prettiest onscreen pairing I've ever witnessed. Their little theme/motif is also really nice and not overwrought the way the music sometimes got in the first episode. It suits my sense of their story being a bit like marginalia that doesn't exactly fit into the grand sweeping main narrative of Middle-earth, but is getting some spotlight anyway.

And now we've got Celebrimbor for real, with warning bells all over him! (Not literally.) I appreciate that almost the first thing he does is mention Fëanor, and he and Elrond immediately dive into a conversation about the Silmarils and craftsmanship, and Elrond seems deeply ambivalent off the bat. Him saying "So much beauty, and so much pain" about them/Fëanor's craftsmanship while wearing a feathery outfit that is hard not to associate with Elwing is ... yeah. You'd know, Elrond.

Celebrimbor's slightly snarky explanation that he asked for a massive team to build his tower forge thing and Gil-galad "has sent me you, instead" kind of worked for me? Robert Aramayo doesn't look anything like my idea of Elrond but I love his difficult-to-pin-down yet determinedly pleasant performance of Elrond's emotions and mannerisms. I also like Celebrimbor's robes.

And, oh man, seeing Khazad-dûm in its heyday? HELL, YEAH. The music is doing some of the lifting but mostly it's just fucking awesome to see. The show is clearly lingering on it with a lot of love and attention, which it's really nice to see the dwarves getting.

I liked getting references to Aulë from the dwarves (no, it's not what dwarves would ordinarily call him, but it's a reasonable concession to comprehensibility for people who aren't, well, us). During the whole challenge thing, Elrond is referred to as an Elf over and over and over, which I'm kind of :\ about as a firm proponent of Half-Elves Are Not Men or Elves, No Matter What Ultimate Fate They Chose. Elrond seems pretty uncomfortable with it (though that may be more about his relationship with Durin), but also does more or less accept it as a descriptor.

Nori was still trying to figure out the Stranger, which somehow is not boring, and meanwhile her father's ankle breaks or sprains or something as part of festival preparations. The Harfoots collectively treat this as a huge deal and are asking if he'll be able to migrate, which is not exactly framed as super ominous, but definitely seems significant and at least somewhat ominous. Nori is clearly pretty freaked out.

The first part of the episode is sadly a bit sparse on my girl Galadriel (though she got so much attention in the first episode that it's understandable), but we got back to her, still swimming. It'd be a bit unbelievably impressive from other people, but I can believe it for her. She sees the raft of survivors before we do, which I liked as a little detail.

The raft is really spiky, appropriately enough for a raft with Sauron on it. It's kind of hilarious that almost his first line is "Looks can be deceiving." No shit, lmao.

The survivors+"Halbrand" and Galadriel have this brief and slightly weird interchange about Corsairs, which strikes me as an odd reference both geographically and in the time period we're in.

Then there's a SEA WYRM that shows up out of basically nowhere and causes havoc resulting in the deaths of everyone except Sauron Halbrand and Galadriel. A coincidence, I'm sure.

Then we cut back to Elrond and Durin, and finally find out why Durin is so mad at Elrond. It turns out that Elrond basically ignored his existence for 20 years while he was doing ... things, and Elrond didn't even realize it'd been so much time because a couple decades is nbd to him. Angst and other difficulties around different lifespans = one of my most favorite fantasy tropes, so I'm onboard for this particular drama.

It's a little surprising that Elrond of all people would make this mistake, but then again, Elros himself lived so long that 20 years would have been a tiny fraction of his own lifetime, too. (Now I want lifespan angst or anxiety or something with Elros being the one who's "welp, it's really been that long?")

Anyway, I enjoyed how serious and fraught the whole discussion is and then the cut to comedy when Elrond arrives to apologize to Durin's wife, Disa. IDK, I didn't feel it was undercutting Durin as a character or his feelings, even while poking a bit of fun at his sulkiness—e.g., when Disa enthusiastically tells Elrond to make himself comfortable, and Durin is like, "But not too comfortable."

I love Disa's appearance, by and large. The patterning on her outfit is so cool and different. She's generally a delightful character, and I appreciate that while there's an element of calculation to what Elrond is doing, he seems genuinely interested in her and her work. The narrative itself feels really interested in the dwarves and their culture at this point, and I just enjoyed that a lot.

Meanwhile, back to Galadriel and Halbrand/Sauron. It's still really funny to me that there was so much indignation over Eminem Sauron being insufficiently hot, and then actual Sauron turned out to be this currently bedraggled but very conventionally attractive guy.

I like his little head tilt as he's ostensibly figuring out what's going on and his little "You're a deserter, aren't you?" As if he doesn't know who Galadriel is, hah.

When he says "My people have no king," it feels like a pretty blatant call-back to Boromir in Jackson's FOTR, but of course it's inverted, ultimately. Halbrand is a shadow Aragorn, not a shadow Boromir, and is himself (supposedly) the king he's rejecting. I'm not going to go on too much about it because I have a whole post about it here.

Anyway, Galadriel condescending to Sauron is kind of delightful. Sure, she's mistaken in assuming he's mortal. But everyone should condescend to Sauron, actually!

Back to Bronwyn, who is a bit more interesting in this episode, she actually makes it home and tries to convince her village that something is very wrong, but no one believes her. They seem kind of ridiculously stupid, tbh? Maybe not ridiculously—I can believe they would actually respond that way (I lived in the shadow of Mt St Helens for years, I know very well that historically sometimes that's the response to clear warnings of disaster). But come on, people.

Then there's Arondir in the horrifying claustrophobic tunnels with the glimpses of horrific claws. It is very successfully claustrophobic, especially when MICE start running all over him as they're trying to escape. Agh, the special hell. Then he emerges in a pool of water, only the water is super gross also, and he's focusing on the bubbles of something pursuing him only to get grabbed by a different claw monster.

We don't see him again for the entire rest of the episode and that's alarming!

I was taking little notes while I was watching, but at this point that got interrupted and I ended up watching the rest of the episode with other people and didn't take notes. But general thoughts:

Durin's final change of heart wrt Elrond and decision to take Elrond's offer to his father was a bit oddly offscreen, and it's kind of needlessly mysterious about what advantage the dwarves have over the Elves, but the show has already given us enough through both exposition and the behavior of the characters that it's not hard to buy.

Sauron saving Galadriel with Finrod's dagger is like. Hmm. Well. Yeah, that's a lot. I really like the scene of their raft in the storm—not much actually happens apart from it looking cool, but it did look really cool! And I love the imagery of Sauron desperately trying not to be drowned by the wrath of the sea, aka what will actually happen to him! :)))

I love how mysterious the Stranger is and basically everything that Nori and Poppy choose to be. Things like Poppy's "I don't speak firefly!" just work much better for my personal sense of humor than ... like, dwarf-tossing.

Theo's whole deal with the sword is ... menacing in a way where we know enough to know something is Very Wrong and related to Sauron, but not really what's going on with it. And the thing Bronwyn and Theo fought and killed was super freaky. I liked the abrupt cut to Bronwyn showing the decapitated head to the stupid villagers and them being like, "hmm. okay, guess we're moving now."

Aaaand Galadriel and "Halbrand" have been discovered!

#anghraine babbles #tv: lotr #legendarium blogging #long post #elanor brandyfoot #poppy proudfellow #arondir #bronwyn #my little piano: music is magic #celebrimbor #elrond #durin iv #galadriel #elros tar minyatur #disa #sauron #legendarium fanwank #theo #rings of power

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evenmorebeetles · 8 months

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I come bearing Team 7 road trip headcanons

(very american road trip because that's what I'm familiar with)

Naruto calls shotgun, but that doesn't even last long enough for them to get on the highway before Kakashi sentences him to the back seat because he put his feet up on the dash and tried to steal the aux cord for his Super Awesome Road Trip Playlist

Sasuke tries to claim shotgun for himself afterwards but Kakashi declares that the front seat is now off limits. Call it a bonding exercise

Whoever sits next to Naruto is inevitably going to smack him at some point and while Sakura hits harder than Sasuke, she's more patient than him, so she's in the middle with Sasuke behind Kakashi and Naruto behind the passenger seat so that he can kick the back of it without causing an accident or a murder

No one ever actually sees him take it off somehow but every 45 minutes someone has to yell at Naruto to put his seatbelt back on.

Naruto wants to play a road trip game, which Sakura thinks is a novel and fantastic idea. She makes puppy eyes at Sasuke until he agrees to play. It actually goes well until Sasuke starts cheating during I Spy by describing billboards that passed them in half a second. Naruto and Sasuke bicker over whether this is actually cheating or not, and Sakura takes Naruto's side, much to Sasuke's indignation and Naruto's excited woops. They get so loud that Kakashi threatens to start playing educational podcasts at max volume if they don't shut up

Sasuke puts his headphones in and you'd think he's listening to some punk alt emo rock album but nope he's got on a mixtape playlist Sakura and Naruto made him for his birthday

He leans his head on the window but the road is too bumpy for it to be comfortable. Naruto notices and offers Sasuke his hoodie to put between his head and the glass, and Sasuke grumbles but ultimately accepts it if only so he can stop having a conversation that involves his friends being kind to him

Sakura tries to read but eventually gets too car sick and falls asleep with her head on Sasuke's shoulder

Naruto pulls out a handheld game and is careful to turn the volume all the way down so he doesn't wake Sakura up

Kakashi puts on a forest ambiance soundtrack instead of music, and Naruto is very confused. He doesn't know that due to them being in the middle of nowhere, Kakashi can't get any service, leaving him only with the things he has pre-downloaded to his phone. These are limited to forest ambiance and every Icha Icha novel on audiobook

Sakura does eventually wake up to go into a rest stop with Kakashi while Naruto and Sasuke wait in the car because they didn't feel like putting their shoes back on. She comes back with each of their favorite snacks

Naruto has to use the bathroom 10 miles after leaving the rest stop

Everyone newly recharged with sugar, they agree on another road trip game where they have to find words starting with each sequential letter of the alphabet (chosen for its collaborative and therefore cheat proof nature)

They absolutely do the COWS thing whenever they pass a field

Sakura finally smacks Naruto upside the head when she catches him without his seatbelt on for the seventh time

Kakashi imposes a tax where he's owed a bit of snack every time someone asks if they're close or how much longer

Naruto and Sakura end up sharing a blanket (Sasuke isn't cold due to his recently acquired hoodie)

Naruto and Sasuke compete to see who can put more stickers on Sakura without her noticing. When they get caught, Sasuke claims to have no knowledge of the game at all, and sure, Naruto never saw Sasuke put anything on Sakura, but he knows for a fact that not all those stickers were from him

Sai, who has been in the third row of seats the entire time unbeknownst to everyone else in the car, is very pleased with himself for winning

#naruto #team 7 #naru #sakura #sasuke #kakashi #sai #the kiddos can be read as platonic or shipping in any combination if peeps wanted permission to ship tag since I'm not going to #mine

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farfromharry · 1 year

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I put a spell on you | Eddie Munson fic

Eddie Munson x Witch!Reader

Summary: Eddie stumbles upon a house in the middle of the woods that contains something he never expected. What happens next is a lot of crazy shit, that takes him on a rollercoaster of emotions. But what he got out of it was a pretty great girlfriend and confirmation that magic was real, and badass.

Word count - 13,632

Warnings - language maybe, slight angst

a/n this isnt my favourite cause i feel like its rushed in some places, but oh well

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Eddie Munson was a complete idiot. Only he could head to a spot he had been a thousand times– granted it was within a shit ton of trees that all looked familiar– and still get lost. He was supposed to only be an hour, that’s what he’d told his uncle. But now, according to the watch on his wrist, it had been upwards of three considering all his wandering in circles. Or maybe it wasn’t circles as he eventually stumbled on a home built deep inside a cluster of trees, which hadn’t been there before.

It was all by itself, which should have been both awesome and slightly terrifying. If horror movies had taught him anything, it was that he shouldn’t trust a house isolated in the middle of nowhere. But unless he wanted to freeze out here tonight, he didn’t have many options.

A knock on your door was enough to make you freeze. You didn’t get visitors, ever, and you hadn’t planned on starting now. The whole point of your home being out in the middle of nowhere was so that none of those wretched people from town bothered you. It wasn’t like they had ever treated you or your kind with any sense of kindness. It was safe to say you were a little timid to open the door and find out who was on the other side.

“Who’s there?” you called. You didn’t know if telling them you were inside was the wrong move. That didn’t occur to you until after you had already spoken. But that was a consequence you’d deal with if whoever was on the other side of that door was dangerous.

There was a beat of silence, then a creak that came from the old boards that made up the stairs to your home. It was telling you whoever there was shifting their weight from foot to foot. “Uh, hi, I-I’m Eddie,” he started. He already had underlying nerves from being in the creepy woods of Hawkins in the middle of the night, but talking to a stranger he couldn’t see wasn’t helping his fears. “I was out, working–” he cringed, he was such an idiot. He didn’t really know how much drug dealing was classified as a job, nor did it classify lying to a stranger about it. “And I sort of got lost. I didn’t mean to find this place, but I have no idea how to get home from here. Do you think you could help me?”

He sounded harmless, though you didn’t know if it was too early to make that observation. It could all be a big facade. There was also always the possibility that you were overthinking it, he could be telling the whole truth.

“I’m a stranger. You’re not worried I’m going to murder you or something?”

“People actually thought I was a murderer last year,” he said. It hit him only after he said it that he absolutely should not be telling you that. “Oh, my god. I’m not a murderer, I swear. I shouldn’t have said that, that makes me sound really bad. I’m sorry.”

You cracked open the door, only slightly, to catch sight of him. Through the small gap you were able to see him where he stood. His hair was long, clothes dark, chains hanging from his jeans and around his neck, as well as chunky rings lining his fingers. To anyone else, he might look scary, but somehow seeing him in front of you, rather than just his voice, made him less intimidating.

“Hi,” he said. The small smile that creeped onto his face made you want to smile. There was something about the look of pure innocence on his face that made excitement bubble in your chest. It was that look that made you pull the door open further.

Just as you’d been surprised to see what Eddie looked like, he too was surprised to see you. You were far from what he pictured some rando who lived in the middle of the woods would look like. A hell of a lot prettier than he’d been imagining. He couldn’t help but admire you while he stood there, the gray flowy dress you were wearing, tied in with a corset type thing around your waist, a cardigan thrown over your top half to keep you shielded from the cold. You were pretty, so pretty that it almost made Eddie nervous– so nervous he wouldn’t be able to speak to you.

“I have a map inside somewhere. Come in, I’ll show you how to get out of here.”

The sound of your voice snapped him out of his daze, his head nodding instantly. “Okay, thank you. That’s great. Amazing.” He willed himself to shut up when you looked at him oddly, stepping outside to let him into your home.

He took a seat on one of the brightly coloured chairs that sat in the middle of the room, after you gave him the okay of course. The place was strangely decorated, but he loved it, it was cozy. It wasn’t like his home or any of his friend’s homes, but maybe that was what made it so enchanting. You left him there, only a few feet away while you rummaged through drawers in your living room. You knew the map had to be in one of them somewhere.

“What’s your name?”

You hadn’t been expecting him to speak, so he had caught you off guard a little bit. “Huh?” you questioned, head briefly turning in his direction.

If he was bothered by the fact you didn’t answer right away, he didn’t show it. He flashed you a comforting smile, repeating himself. “I told you my name. What’s yours?” He was genuinely curious to know, and you had never had an individual show such interest in wanting to get to know you– not that you could really claim he was getting to know you, asking your name wasn’t much. At this point in your life, you guessed you just wanted a friend. Maybe Eddie would be your best shot.

“Oh. Y/N.” You smiled at him as warmly as you could. For a few moments you paused in your searching, giving him your complete attention. You didn’t know much about making friends, but surely in order to make them they would probably want your undivided attention when they were speaking.

You regretted it instantly though, when you noticed the flash of something across his face. You couldn’t tell if it was recognition or confusion.

“Y/L/N?” he questioned.

You swore your heart stopped beating. It was never a good sign when someone could guess who you were, usually that meant they’d heard of you, and you didn’t like not knowing what he’d heard about you. “Yeah. How’d you know?” He could probably hear the fearful waver in your voice.

“You’re Y/N Y/L/N?” he almost yelled. When you shrunk in on yourself, he realized that was probably the wrong thing to say. It had been a mix of shock and complete disbelief that he was in the presence of something who was nothing but a legend to the kids of Hawkins high. It was wrong, especially if you were such a sweetheart like you were proving to be, but you were like a ghost story in that school. He’d heard so many rumors about you and the awful things you’d done. But now that he was standing here, you must have been around the same age, you couldn’t have done all these horrible things people claimed you had.

After his small outburst, he apologized quietly, wanting to try and make the mood a little lighter. He wasn’t always great at finding the best stuff to say in these situations though. “Y’know everyone in town thinks you’re a witch, right?”

You let out a breath, refusing to meet his eyes, turning back around to the set of drawers around you. “Yeah,” you confirmed. You knew what people said, they’d claimed these things about your family for years, it wasn’t anything new now.

He didn’t know why you were so unbothered with the news. “Like everyone.” He thought emphasizing might get a better reaction out of you.

Still no reaction like he thought he would get though. Instead you said something that flipped his whole world on its head, completely. “Well they’d be right,” you told him. The information was stated like it was a simple fun fact or something, not a piece of information that confirmed to Eddie there were even more supernatural beings in Hawkins– outside of the upside down– than he originally believed. This town just got weirder and weirder by the day.

He laughed, like a complete maniac, then came to a halt when he realized you were deadly serious. It was slightly amusing to you to hear his laughter trail off like that, but you had just found the map of the forest you were looking for, so your attention was elsewhere. “Wait, actually?”

“Unfortunately. But that’s not important right now, I have the map.” You stalked over to him, dodging all the plant pots you had scattered around the floor. You rolled out the paper on the table beside where he was sitting, beginning to point out where you were right now. You were planning to point out a perfectly clear path he could take that would lead him somewhere near the old, abandoned burger place on the edge of town. From there you assumed he knew his way home.

You heard him scoff. “What do you mean that’s not important? Do you know how cool it is to meet a witch?” He sounded genuinely excited, and it made your chest feel all fuzzy.

You sighed. “I just want to help you get home.”

It seemed he had lost all interest in ever getting back there. Even as you had the map laid out, finger on your location planning to show him the way he needed when he knocked at your door, he showed no care. He was more bothered about seeing you perform a spell or something. Sure a lot of supernatural things had happened to him in the past year, all bad, but this could be the first good one he got to experience. It could permanently alter his mindset on the supernatural— back to the way he used to perceive them as in his fantasy books and games— and you would be to thank. “Can you show me? Like, I don’t know, wave your magic wand or something.”

“I don’t have a magic wand.”

“Well that’s lame. What do you have?”

Your eyes scanned the room, eyes squinted in thought of what you could possibly do to prove to this man that you were what you claimed to be. In hindsight, you could cast a spell, you just didn’t think there were any basic enough to keep his attention, but not freak him out. The only other thing you could think to do, was throw some ingredients together, and make him something he could drink. “I can make you a potion.”

He didn’t know why you were so apprehensive, that sounded so cool in his mind. “Hell yeah. Let’s do it.”

You beamed, collecting the stuff you needed for a simple potion. The map and the idea of getting Eddie home was abandoned for the sake of this new task. Ingredients were grabbed, from the top of your head, and tossed into a small black tub that Eddie would insist was a cauldron. It didn’t matter how many times you told him it wasn’t, he didn’t care. He believed what he wanted to believe. When mixing you were a little concerned that the color was off. It was slightly more pink than it usually was, but you didn’t pay it any mind, it didn’t feel like a big deal. Before you could think too much of it, he spoke up and caught your attention.

“You know, you aren’t what I thought you’d be,” he concluded, sounding as though he was deep in thought. If he had said that twenty minutes ago, you might have felt like crawling into a hole and never leaving again. But you had come to see he was harmless. He tended to just think out loud, and as dangerous as that could be some times, it was endearing when he did it.

Your brows raised, head cocking to the side out of curiosity. “Oh yeah? What did you think I’d be like?”

He was quiet, like he was really taking the time to think it over. “Like one of those witches from a movie, I guess. Maybe green with a cackle, and some sort of evil vendetta against a girl from Kansas. Have you seen the wizard of Oz?” You couldn’t help but chuckle at his weird comparison. You’d thought he was getting a little too specific at some point, but it quickly made sense afterward. It didn’t surprise you that his only perception of witches he had was from some old movie.

“I have. Can’t say I’m like the wicked witch of the west though, Eddie.” He narrowed his eyes, squinting at you like if he looked hard enough he would maybe see some sort of comparison. You huffed, rolling your eyes. “I’m not a witch from a movie!”

He still wasn’t entirely convinced. After all the media he’d consumed about witches, telling him they were all similar and fitting into a stereotype, he refused to believe you didn’t fit at least one aspect. “So, you really don’t have a magic wand? Or a pointy hat? Even a broom?” There were probably more things he could list of if he thought about them, but he was just throwing out things from the top of his head right now.

“No,” you deadpanned.

Apparently he still wasn’t done. One look around your home told him there was a single question that he knew would get you. “Do you have a black cat?” There were small clues that told him there was a cat of some kind at the very minimum that frequented here— like the food bowl and the few loose toys dotted around the place. He was just praying to any God that would listen that it happened to be a black one.

“I–“ You paused in your denial very quickly, eyes turning to slits so you could glare at him. You didn’t like being caught out. “There’s a stray that comes by sometimes. I feed him, but that’s it.”

He cheered loudly. “I knew it!”

You didn’t want to let him relish in the teeny tiny victory you’d accidentally granted him for too long. You quickly tried to change the subject to other topics. “Just take this.” You stretched your arm out to him, leaving the potion only inches away from his face.

“What is it?” Eddie Munson wasn’t the kind of guy that questioned things usually. If this was any of his other friends offering him a drink like this, he probably would have taken it without a second thought. But he considered the fact this was only your first meeting and he barely knew you, and thought maybe it’d be safer to ask this once. Plus, it would show Wayne that he’d taught him a little bit of something in terms of stranger danger. That would make the older Munson feel slightly accomplished.

With a sigh, you nudged it in his direction again, hoping he would take the slightly weighted glass from you. “A love potion.” It was simple, but it made his eyes widen slightly. He didn’t recover for a few seconds, looking between the pink tinted liquid and your face. But then he realized you were waiting on him to say something, or make a move, and a smirk curled at the corner of his mouth.

“You want me to fall in love with you?” he inquired, dramatically wiggling his eyebrows. Your cheeks heated up, jaw gaping slightly. A beat passed before you regained yourself enough to know what to say. He startled you as much as you did him.

“Well, you’ll fall in love with the first person you see. You could look in a mirror I suppose,” you suggested. “I might be a recluse but I’ve heard self love is important these days,” you teased.

He laughed, the sound like music to your ears. “What if I want to fall in love with the pretty witch?” You didn’t know if this was still teasing or if he was being genuine now. You weren’t really a good indicator at telling the difference between the two emotions. You opted to believe he was still going down the route of jokes the two of you were cracking.

“Then drink it and you’ll be head over heels for me in seconds.” You were only teasing, the one you had actually given him was just supposed to make him start with hysterical laughter– completely harmless. Or so you thought. He didn’t wait a second before drinking it, which was concerning in more than one way. Not only had he taken a strange drink from a random person he’s never met before, but it was one that was supposed to make him fall in love with said random person. “You really shouldn’t take stuff from strangers, you know.”

He shrugged, setting the glass down now that the liquid was all gone. “Even if they’re really pretty?” he countered.

“What?” you asked, freezing in place.

“You’re really pretty. Like, really pretty. Shame you live out in the woods all by yourself, you’d break hearts left and right downtown.”

The sudden burst of flirtation, and the way his pupils were practically heart shaped as he stared at you, meant only one thing. You’d messed up with the potions. The ingredients were so similar that it must have been a slight of hand or something, you must have gotten distracted while he was talking to you. This was bad. The one possible shot at friendship you’d had in twenty-one years might have just been ruined. “Oh, no,” you muttered. “Oh, no. That was not meant to happen.”

Even an hour later you were still in a state of panic over Eddie. You were pacing, had been for a while, trying to come up with a solution while simultaneously ignoring the man’s attempts at confessing his love for you. You weren’t just embarrassed, you were completely mortified, and you felt terrible for putting him through this. There really went your chance at making a friend today.

You pulled your spell book from off the shelf, hoping Eddie wouldn’t see it and make some comment about how much of one of those film witches you looked like right now. You flicked through desperately, trying to find if there was a counter potion or spell or anything that could be used to snap him out of this. But two whole read throughs of the book and you still came up empty. It left you to feel useless and so apologetic to the poor man who just wanted directions. The worst part was, you didn’t know him well enough to find someone who could help.

“Eddie, is there someone I can call for you, at home, to let them know you’re staying with someone tonight?” You didn’t want his loved ones to worry that he’d gone missing or something along those lines. A part of you was worried that he wouldn’t be able to get you a straight answer, but you didn’t really know how much a love potion messed with someone’s rational thinking.

He was quiet, so you didn’t think he’d heard you or understood what you were asking. You sighed, slouching in the seat you were in. You felt so useless. “There’s Wayne,” he muttered, still staring at you dreamily.

“Wayne? Okay. Can you give him a call for me?”

Every move he made was slow and thought out, but his eyes never once left your figure. When he was on the phone to whoever Wayne was, he sounded so airy and distant, you would be surprised if the man on the other end of the line didn’t notice something was up with him. But the call ended and it seemed no questions were raised, so you let it go. “What do we do now?” he asked, a silly grin on his face when you came into his vision again after setting the phone down.

Not once did you think your night would be ending with a random, potion drunk, man sleeping on your couch, but here you were. “Just get some sleep. We’ll figure this out tomorrow.”

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The next morning, you stuck to your promise. You had almost forgotten Eddie was even at your place, but then you turned over in your bed and found him sitting nearby, staring right at you, and you were officially creeped out. It startled you a little bit, but it was your fault so you let it slide. “Um, I’m gonna find a solution for this today,” you told him. It wasn’t a promise as such that you’d be successful, but you were going to do everything you possibly could to help him.

You got ready as well as you could with a lovesick puppy by your side, occasionally having to pause for deep breaths when you ended up on the verge of snapping at him. Then it was back to work, book after book rummaged through for anything that could help. While he distracted himself rummaging through your stuff, you were deeply focused.

You felt as though you could have pulled your hair out with how difficult it was. “This isn’t working!” you huffed. The volume of your tone captured Eddie’s attention, the man turning to you with a frown. It looked like at that moment he would go to the ends of the earth to figure out a solution for you. In fact, that was what he was going to try and do. A sight that was enough to force out at least some of the tension from your body.

He was on his knees in front of you, your hand clasped tightly in his two. “What can I do? How can I help?” he asked. He almost choked on his words from trying to get them out too quickly.

If it wasn’t so endearing you might have laughed. “Do you know anyone that could figure this out? Even just a nerd who’s really into magic or something?” You weren’t very hopeful, he seemed a little bit like a loner. There was a tiny chance he would know the perfect guy, but his silence wasn’t promising.

“Henderson,” he muttered. It was so quiet that you couldn’t hear him. It just sounded like a strange murmur to you.

“What?”

“Dustin Henderson. A nerd who’s really into magic.” He looked proud of himself. His one goal had been to impress you, and by the look on your face, that was exactly what he had done. The smile that creeped onto your face made his heart flutter, and he wasn’t sure if it was a genuine reaction or one fabricated by the potion.

If you hadn’t been so scared of the domino effect it would cause, you might have even graved Eddie with a kiss on the cheek. “You’re a genius!” You jumped up from your seat, nothing but pure joy written on your face. You actually might be able to help him today. He just sat there and watched as you slipped on your shoes, grabbing a jacket by the door. You hadn’t expected for him to still be sitting there blankly when you turned back around. “What are you waiting for, dummy? Let’s go.”

It wasn’t a long walk from your home to basic civilization, but you had no idea how far you had to go after that. And leading a big man baby alongside you didn’t make the journey exactly fun.

“Eddie, I really need you to tell me where I’m going,” you said, standing on the edge of the forest, watching cars pass by on the roads. If he wasn’t going to be any more use by the end of the day, the least he could was give you directions. You were pleading with him at this point, eyes as soft as you could make them in the hopes of swading him.

“Can I hold your hand?” Your brow furrowed. You were worried he hadn’t heard you, but there was no reason why he shouldn’t have. Part of you thought maybe he was just being difficult for the sake of being difficult.

He didn’t let you protest. As you opened your mouth to clearly reject him, he held out his open palm, pouting at you in the hopes it would make you feel sympathetic, and therefore give in to his wants. You hated that he had already got you so figured out, because it worked so fast. He managed to tug at your heart strings with those big brown eyes in ways you couldn’t begin to explain. “If I say yes, will you show me the way to Dustin’s house?” you asked. His pout became a smile rapidly, head nodding wildly. You let out a sigh, slipping your hand into his extended one. “Then, okay.”

And he kept to his word.

Turns out, the way to Dustin’s house was long. It took literally forever. Maybe if Eddie was in a better state of mind he could have suggested driving– although he didn’t have his van– it would have just been a quicker solution had he been able to do it. But the walk, with the company you had, and the pleasant enough weather, was actually kinda nice. That was what made the journey feel shorter than it was.

“This is his house?” you checked, stopping at the end of the driveway of a small, one floored home. You didn’t like being so out in the open, where so many people lived. It had been years since you had ever seen a home like this, and you couldn’t say it was missed. He nodded, confirming for you. With that confirmation, you felt like you had been given the confidence to go and knock. “Let’s go get you fixed.”

Eddie conveniently left out the fact that this ‘Dustin’ was a child.

When the front door opened, you found your eyes trailing down to find the individual who answered. He was shorter than you were, looked a lot younger too, and it had you shooting Eddie a weird look. Why was he friends with a preteen? You thought he was your age. “Are you Dustin?” you questioned.

The curly-haired kid sent a similar look to the one you did, between you and Eddie. “Yeah… What’s going on?”

You exhaled a shaky breath. This whole thing would be so much easier if your new friend would take the lead and explain everything. You didn’t want this kid to think you were some psycho who kidnapped his friend or something. “Do you think we could come inside to explain?”

For a second he was hesitant, but then like Eddie upon your first meeting, he ignored all possible signs of stranger danger and welcomed you both in. You supposed it helped his case that you were with someone he knew (holding hands also), the same couldn’t be said for Munson. You thanked the boy with a warm smile, ignoring the look he gave you when he took in your outfit as you passed. You didn’t look like any other girl he saw around Hawkins, yet in a weird way, it was exactly what he expected Eddie’s taste in women to be like. The dark clothes, flashy jewelry and overall flamboyance of your style.

The three of you sat down in Dustin’s living room. You and Eddie sat side by side, your hand still firmly gripped in his, only it now settled in his lap. It was practically in a death grip that he didn’t seem to be thinking of letting go of. The kid sat on the armchair turned towards the two of you, his lips pursed tightly together as he waited for someone to speak up. It became evident soon after that he was going to have to break the silence though.

“Eddie, what’s going on?”

If his plan for this entire talk was to direct his questions to his friend, none of you would get anywhere with it. “I think it’s better I explain this actually,” you laughed, nervously. Your laugh made Eddie laugh, which only furthered how disturbed the poor child was. “Long story short, I’m a witch, I accidentally gave Eddie a love potion, and I can’t find a reversal. He said you might be able to help.”

His jaw slacked, eyes widening as he stared at you. It was like he was trying to peer into your soul, like he’d be able to tell if you were actually telling him the truth that way— like he’d be able to see the magic inside you. “You’re a witch?”

His amazement was clear. “Let me guess, you want me to do a spell?” He didn’t even need to say it. If Eddie, a man that seemed like a nerd, needed to see you physically prove your ability, then this kid who was definitely a nerd, would absolutely die to see it. It was getting old fast. You didn’t like feeling like some sort of circus attraction. You were just hoping they had no other friends that would make you do this. Or if they did, ones who would accept ‘no’ as a perfectly fine answer.

“Please.”

Not much persuading was needed for you to agree. As you began to mutter under your breath, you could see him clearly bouncing his leg with excitement. You guessed it was nice to be able to create such joy in a person. Despite your previous annoyance, you chuckled to yourself as his nose turned into that of a pig. It wasn’t a spell you got to do often, what with a lack of interaction with others, but each time you had done it, you cherished the joy you got from it.

At first he was unaware of what was different. It wasn’t until Eddie pointed it out that he realized. “Dude, your nose!”

He thought this was the moment when he would regret allowing some strange person in his home. The older boy’s tone didn’t fill him with much confidence that this would be good. He frantically searched for a mirror, finding one inside his mother’s purse that hung by the front door. Upon seeing that his own nose had been replaced by another, he let out a loud laugh— mainly of amusement. It was hard to tell whether that was good or bad, and you worried you might get in trouble. But he quickly repressed your worries a moment later. “This is so awesome!” he cheered, having Eddie join in with the excitement. “I have to call Steve”.

You were so distracted with them that you almost let that slip by you. It wasn’t until alarm bells started going off in your head that you realized what had been uttered. “No, no! Don’t call Steve.” The more people who knew you weren’t just some myths Hawkins high students made up, the more danger you were forced into. You didn’t even want to be this far away from your home right now, but you had no choice. If you had it your way you would have never even met Eddie.

The blue eyed could see the horror written across your face, and he took his energy down a notch. “Oh, uh, he’s harmless. He wouldn’t tell anyone. I promise.” It took longer for you to give in to him this time, specifically because it was your safety and privacy at risk. He could see you were hesitant, so he kicked at Eddie’s foot, hoping he would pitch in and vouch for Steve, considering he was the only other person here that knew what he was like.

“He’s a little douchey, but he can keep secrets, sweetheart.”

The pet name took you a little off guard, but you let it slide. You sighed, giving up. “Okay. If you think he can help, call him.”

And though he did end up being harmless— a little ditzy if anything— he did tell people. Two people to be exact. Nancy Wheeler and Robin Buckley. They were polite, more so than Dustin and Eddie. If they were dying to see you perform some sort of witchy act, they didn’t let it be known, they at least kept that to themselves. The other boy on the other hand, not so much. He was pacing, while you explained what happened, shooting you odd looks every now and then. You could tell he was desperate to ask.

You tried to ignore the curious gazes, but then you decided enough was enough. “Fine. I’ll do one spell and that’s it.” So you did, a quick little thing, showcasing some sparkles from your hands that left them all stunned, and then you were quickly moving on. “Well, now that’s all out of the way, let’s get to work,” you announced.

Dustin and Steve took to the kids computer, hoping they could find something on the internet. The odds were minimal, but it was worth the shot. One of the two girls suggested they head to the local library. If anywhere was going to have information on potions, it would be the ancient library in the middle of downtown Hawkins. If so many supernatural things had happened in Hawkins for so many years, then surely there had to be something on witches, even if it just told of a book that might have the answers for you.

You just needed to rack your brain pretty much, and keep an eye on Eddie to make sure he didn’t do anything stupid. Occasionally you would shoot down a suggestion when you knew it wouldn’t work, but aside from that you didn’t give much input.

By the end of the night, well into the early hours of the morning by now, there were only two of you left awake. The two girls had passed out first, their eyes tired from all the reading they had been doing over the course of the day. Then the kid was next, nodding off at the computer until you insisted it was okay for him to head to sleep. Shockingly, Eddie was next, though it was no surprise that he fell asleep beside you on the couch. His head was practically in your lap, and you couldn’t seem to suppress the urge you had to stroke his hair. To say he was the one under the control of the love potion, you were certainly feeling a certain way towards him right now. You couldn’t quite put your finger on what that feeling explicitly was either.

That left just you and Steve, an awkward silence settling over the two of you as you both stuck into your own research. Though it appeared he wanted to say something, what with the way he kept heavily sighing every few minutes. “What’s up?” you asked, getting tired of the constant interruption to your thoughts.

“Does it not just wear off eventually?” Steve asked.

You sighed, shaking your head. Only spells worked that way unfortunately, or things would have been a hell of a lot easier. “I wish. If I can’t find a way to reverse it, he could be stuck like this for who knows how long.” The way you looked at him could almost be labeled as longingly. You wouldn’t be too happy if that was pointed out to you though. His friends must have hated you for this. You knew you wouldn’t have taken too kindly to something if someone had essentially cursed your friend.

“I really didn’t mean to. I need you to know that.”

The brunette frowned, eyes leaving the computer to look at you instead. He noted how apologetic you looked, the guilt that festered in your eyes. He didn’t mean to make you feel bad, not a single person in this room did. “We know,” he promised. “Eddie, he uh, he gets himself into trouble all the time, it’s shocking that this hasn’t happened before.” You chuckled, some of that tension leaving your body that you knew you weren’t being blamed. “If we had to take a vote, we’d all agree he would be the one to stumble across a witch first, too.”

“Should’ve bet money on it while you could,” you joked.

You could physically feel the light-hearted energy leave the room again only seconds later. Gone were the jokes and the teasing, Steve was back to being serious. “We’ll figure this out,” he told you, his gaze on you never wavering. He meant it, and you could tell.

“I know we will. Thank you, Steve.”

»»——⍟——««

For the last two days, you had been as patient as physically possible with Eddie. It was your fault he was in this lovesick state anyway, you couldn’t blame him for the repercussions of your actions. So you’d been sucking it up so as to not yell at him. But that could only go so far. Eventually, you would just have to step away before you literally exploded. So you did. After twenty-four straight hours of being awake to find a solution, you had to go home just to get a break from his incessant bugging.

You thought you’d been sneaky about it, packing up any of the information you thought might have been able to help you, but it turns out Dustin had seen you. He was confused as to what you were doing. For a second he was also worried that you might just be leaving, to be dumping Eddie on them without ever finding a solution for him. “Where are you going?” he asked.

“I’m, uh, gonna head home,” you announced, catching the attention of the rest of the small group. You didn’t realize how shy it would make you to have that many eyes on you at once. “Just to see if I have any other books with anything in. I’ll come back,” you assured.

There was a chorus of understanding, though Eddie didn’t join in on that. He didn’t like the thought of you leaving him. He didn’t really get a say in it though. Instead, he had no choice but to watch as you headed out Dustin’s front door, offering them all a swift goodbye for who knows how long. Now that you were out of his sight, as cliché as it sounded, he felt sort of empty.

Back in the peace and quiet of your own home, you could think better. However, just because you could think more, didn’t mean any more progress was being made with your research. Your spell book was pulled back off of the shelf, letting you read and re-read the page that contained the ingredients for the love potion. All you came across was a simple statement towards the bottom of the page, not really a practical method of reversal, it was actually rather useless. The only way to undo the effects of the potion, were for the individual to either die or actually fall in love with the first person they saw after drinking the potion.

Unfortunately, you didn’t get to be alone for long. A simple knock at your door almost pulled a loud groan from you. Not only were you tired, barely staying awake long enough to finish the page of the old book you were reading, but you really didn’t feel like having a conversation with anyone right now. It didn’t matter who it was, you didn’t know if you could stand seeing anyone right now.

You hoped if you stayed silent, they might just go away. That was what you would do if no one answered the door after you knocked.

This individual didn’t seem like the type of person who was going to take that as an answer. Their knuckles rapped against the door again, and again, and again until you got up to pull it open. It wasn’t that much of a shock to you that the man standing on your doorstep was the curly-haired ‘maniac’ you had been trying to purposely avoid.

“Eddie. Hi, what’s up?” You put on your nicest voice, hoping to not let it shine through how exhausted you were about everything. You felt for him, you did, you knew he couldn’t help the magnetism he felt towards you, but that didn’t make it any less annoying. “Did you guys find anything?”

He shook his head. You physically deflated.

“So, why are you here?” You thought that alone might have sounded a little harsh and that hadn’t been your intention. Quickly, you tried to make it better. “What do you need?”

He briefly looked panicked, but then his face visibly relaxed. “I fell. Hurt myself. Think I got a bloody knee and some scrapes on my palms.” He motioned downward momentarily, but not long enough to allow you to take a thorough look. “Was hoping you might be able to patch me up, kiss it better. Please.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, letting them trail over his figure once again, before you came to your final conclusion. “I don’t see any blood,” you pointed out.

There was that fear again. “I got lost.” His change of story made you chuckle. You wanted him to just come out and say it, tell you why he was really here, you didn’t need the whole beating around the bush thing he was doing. Things would be so much simpler, so much less frustrating if he was honest with you.

“You got lost the exact route way as you did yesterday?” you asked, entertaining this rouse he was keeping up.

It wouldn’t have taken a genius to recognise that you weren’t believing a word that was coming out of his mouth. He sighed, dropping his act. “Okay, fine,” he huffed. “I- Honestly, I just missed you.” His confession sounded heartfelt, and you hated that it tugged at your heartstrings a little bit. If you were previously going to deny him entrance to your home, after hearing those words, you were no longer doing that.

You huffed. “Come in,” you instructed.

The smile on his face was so wide that you were genuinely unsure how he hadn’t hurt his face. It was blinding. He was practically skipping up the steps of your home after getting the okay. You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t lie to anyone and say you weren’t slightly joyous about spending time with him.

You had barely closed the door before he was getting himself comfortable. It was the same chair he had found himself in for hours the other day. A blanket was tugged over his lap, and he shuffled into the chair until he was all cozy and content. He looked impossibly warm, and if you were a weaker person you might have joined him. He for sure would have let you. But instead, you took to teasing, finding it rather sweet how his cheeks would tint pink when you said just the right thing.

“Making yourself comfortable, huh?” you tormented, wiggling your eyebrows curiously.

You felt your heart soar when his face did exactly what you had expected, glowing a bright shade of pink, bordering on red. He shrunk further in his seat, more than you thought was possible. If he buried himself any further, you were sure the floor would swallow him whole.

“I just thought–”

“Don’t worry about it, Eddie. I was kidding.” When he got a good look at the expression on your face, he visibly relaxed, able to see you really were playing around with him. The more the two of you stared back at each other, the more something flickered inside you. It scared you a little, it wasn’t something you were supposed to feel, so you tried to push it to the back of your mind. “Uh, so, I could actually use your help. I think.”

“Oh yeah?” He perked up at the idea of you needing something from him.

“Dustin told me about the game you like–”

“Dungeons and dragons,” he corrected. It was essentially useless for him to throw that in there, but he felt like he needed to do it anyway. It was more than just a game to him.

“Yes, that. He, uh, he said it has a lot of magic and stuff in it, I guess I was wondering if you had any input on what we should do?” It was probably a long shot. How would some made up fantasy game for kids be able to solve your very real problem?

You hadn’t realized that question would open up an endless discussion on Eddie’s part about every nook and cranny of this game. It didn’t matter that you didn’t understand a word of what he was saying, the way he talked about it with such passion was so endearing. You found that you couldn’t take your eyes off him, he was so animated that you could tell this was one of his biggest interests. You had yet to see him act this way about anything else– well, other than you, but that was your fault.

The rest of the night was spent stuck in that conversation. If it was anyone else you would have made an excuse to get out of it hours ago, but you were actually asking questions and throwing in your two-cents for him every now and then. And somehow, possibly the worst part of it all, you even agreed to let him teach you to play sometime.

It was that that made you realize there was something stirring inside of you when you thought about him, or saw him, or talked to him. This stupid potion had done something you really hadn’t expected, it had sparked feelings in not only him, but you too.

You were getting feelings for Eddie Munson.

»»——⍟——««

Days passed by with yet no more progress on a solution. The only thing that had actually made any progress at all, were your feelings toward Eddie. Before, you wouldn’t normally have glanced his way, but now you found every small act he did to be charming and you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. He had been spending a lot more time with you, and much to your original dismay, you had begun to not hate it as much as you did in the first instance.

He was a lot easier to talk to than you had originally expected. Aside from the random compliments and the insistence to do sweet gestures for you, he was actually pretty cool. You were happy that he would be the first ever friend that you made. You couldn’t have thought of anyone better to do that job. But he didn’t want to be just friends, courtesy of the accidental love potion of course.

For the last couple hours, he had been non-stop pestering you. You were trying to ignore him, but the longer he kept going, the more your patience wore thin. By the time the clock hit six-thirty, signaling the three hour mark of this badgering, you had enough. “What do you want?” you groaned, abandoning your research in exchange for looking at him. It wasn’t like you’d actually been that involved in your reading anyway, you were becoming less and less encouraged the longer you came up empty.

“Go on a date with me,” he said. It was so blunt that it surprised you.

You laughed. “What?” Of all the things he had asked you or done under the control of this potion, he had yet to do something like this.

“One date,” he begged, hands clasped together as his eyes pleaded with you. He was on his knees now, looking up at you with those cartoon-esque eyes that you had no idea how anyone said no to. You were not about to be the first one to tell him no, not when he was looking at you like that. “Please, Y/N.”

You wanted to deny him, to shake your head, brush him off and tell him he was being silly, but a part of you didn’t want that. Instead, a part of you wanted to see what a date with Eddie Munson consisted of. “Fine. Tomorrow night.”

He cheered, practically fist bumping the air. You winced, shaking your head as you ushered him out of your home, telling him to spend the night back at his home for a change. The man you had learned to be his uncle was surely worried about him by now. He had barely been home all week. “But for now, I want you to go home,” you told him, with the most serious expression you could muster. It would have been much easier if he stopped looking at you with those big puppy eyes.

“See you tomorrow, beautiful.”

By the time tomorrow night rolled around, you hated to say that you were a little excited to see him. You had gotten all dolled up, hoping– praying– he would notice. You hated that you were relying on the opinion of someone you barely knew, but you had quickly grown to enjoy hearing his compliments.

You were ready much too early, taking a seat on the edge of your bed, just sitting there in silence as you waited for the knock on your door. There were nerves swirling around in your stomach. This was supposed to just be something that would quell Eddie’s bugging, relaxing him enough that he laid off to let you work for a while. But now, it felt more real. It didn’t feel like a chore, it felt like something you wanted to enjoy. You didn’t know what that meant.

You didn’t get the chance to question what it meant though before a knock sounded on your door.

“Just, be normal,” you muttered to yourself, letting out a breath as you headed for the door. You reminded yourself that standing on the other side of the wood, it was just Eddie, the same one you had been getting to know over the past few days. He wasn’t scary or mean or anything, he was just sweet Eddie.

With that in mind, you pulled open the door, smiling at him warmly. He looked cute, more put together than he usually did, you could’ve sworn he’d even tried to do his hair. It looked more tame than it usually did, and it made your heart grow at the idea of him putting that much effort in for you. “Hey, you look… gorgeous,” he said, an airy edge to his voice.

“Thank you. Seems you clean up nice too.”

His cheeks flushed a little at your words. You hadn’t given him a compliment before. It was sort of a nice change of tune for the two of you. As much as he would have loved to relish in it for the next two whole days, there was only a certain amount of hours left before Eddie’s plans all went to shit.

“Are you ready to go?” he asked. Even if it did mess up his plans, he would wait for hours for you if you needed him to.

“Yeah. All good, let’s go.” Despite the enthusiasm you showed, you were freaking out about the location you were going to end up in. Depending on how far away it was, you didn’t know that you could take the anticipation. “Where are we going?” you asked. You were a little nervous that he would take you somewhere open and public. You weren’t the most liked individual amongst the town of Hawkins, and you didn’t feel like spending your evening being mocked or taunted by strangers. If he had planned something as such, you would feel bad, knowing he was obviously excited for it. But, you’d have to say no.

He took his eyes off of the floor to flash you a sweet smile. “You’ll see,” he said. Though he quickly regretted looking your way when he tripped over a fallen log in his path. He heard you attempt to hold back a laugh, but considerably failed when you began to giggle. “Hey. Not funny.”

“It was a little bit funny,” you said. The joy on your face made it much too hard for him to argue against you.

“Okay fine, a little funny. But, if you trip at any point, just know I’m not helping you,” he warned. You rolled your eyes at the pretend irritation on his face, nudging him with your shoulder.

He broke out into a much happier expression after that, and just like the other day, shyly asked if he could take your hand again. You had no issue in doing so. Actually you found it rather comforting.

For the rest of the journey to wherever it was you were going, your hands stayed intertwined with one another's. The warmth from his hand was comforting, as was the secure touch. Living alone in the middle of the woods, you didn’t get much human contact of any kind.

“Okay, we’re almost there,” he told you. He’d forced the both of you to a stop, blocking your view beyond the trees so you couldn’t make any guesses of where you were. He wanted it to be a complete surprise, and he was even going to take a step further to really make sure. “Close your eyes,” he instructed.

“Close my eyes? Eddie–” you began to protest. He didn’t want to hear it though.

“Just do it.”

You sighed, dramatically, just to let him know that you really didn’t want to do this. But you did it anyway, because he asked you to. That was all the prompting you needed. You let your eyes close under the belief that he wouldn’t let you fall or bump into anything. He reached for your other hand, just so he had a sort of better grip on you. “This better not be your way of getting payback for me laughing at you earlier. If I trip, I swear to god, Munson.”

“I won’t let that happen,” he promised. And you trusted him.

Your eyes were only closed for a few minutes, maybe two at tops while he led you through the shallow gathering of trees until there was a clearing. “Okay,” he positioned you in front of him so you could see when you opened your eyes. “Open.”

Lover’s lake was a place you rarely ever visited. You’d been there maybe once or twice, and knew of the rumors about it from around town, but you couldn’t say you ever found much of a reason to be there. “Is this what I think it is, Munson?” you asked. Half of your question was teasing, the other half genuinely wondering if he’d brought you to a makeout spot for the same reason everyone else came to this place.

He seemed horrified that you might have thought that was what he was implying. “No, oh god, no– I didn’t mean–” Your laughter put a cap on his worrying, the man realizing you weren’t actually mad at him or anything. “Right. You were kidding. Uh, I brought you here to star-gaze, actually.”

“Star gazing?” you asked, eyes sparkling as you looked at him.

His eyes flickered over to you shyly, unsure whether that was a good or bad reaction from your tone of voice. “I thought we could lay by the edge of the lake, watch the stars for a little while. Witches like stuff like that, right?”

“Right,” you confirmed. You were very much still looking at him like he wasn’t actually real. He certainly didn’t feel real now that he was here and acting like some classic romance movie love interest.

He didn’t say anything else, instead just tugged you in the direction of the edge of the lake. He laid down first, a little uncomfortable on the grass, but he didn’t overly mind. You took a second to join him, but when you did you were startled by the view of the sky you got through the tops of the trees.

It was clear from the get go that he had no idea what he was talking about. He was attempting to point out the constellations, but he wasn’t even getting the names right, let alone the positions the stars were supposed to be in. You listened though, didn’t correct him either. It seemed like he liked informing you about these things, just to see the way you hummed with interest, or egged him to continue talking.

He would have gone for hours, until the sun came up fabricating all these lies about the arrangements of the stars and their meanings, if the sky hadn’t clouded over, effectively blocking your sights of all of it.

“Well, what do we do now?” he complained. He hadn’t intended for this to happen, but he couldn’t really control the clouds in the sky, (unfortunately). He didn’t have much of a choice but to deal with it.

The pout on his face was rather cute, you thought. Luckily for him, you were more than capable of whipping something up to keep you both entertained. If he wanted to stargaze, you would make sure that he could. And the gasp that left his mouth when he first saw the stars appearing right above his head was definitely worth it. He hadn’t realized you had such an ability, but now he was inching towards disbelief that he had planned the date, yet you were the one saving his ass.

The twinkling stars above his head made him laugh, one that was laced with disbelief. If he had known you had the ability to create such beautiful, out of this world projections like this, he would have asked you about it a hell of a lot sooner. “I thought you said you didn’t have a magic wand to cast spells like this?” he asked. He’d been under the impression that you couldn’t do fun little spells, that the only ones you were able to do were the ancient ones scribbled down in that spellbook of yours– all of which sounded pretty intimidating.

“I don’t. But that doesn’t mean I can’t do fun spells when I want to. I like keeping these ones to myself.” The smile on your face looked genuine, and Eddie couldn’t help but feel a certain way because of it. Though he should have been looking at the effort you were putting into the projection, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He knew this was different, different to the first time he’d looked at you under that spell and felt a whole rush of emotions. Those emotions had been spurred on by the potion, but these ones, these ones were real. He wasn’t sure how much more of that thing was in his system anymore.

You could feel his stare burning into the side of your face, and as much as you tried to ignore it, it didn’t work very well. The projections all of a sudden halted above Eddie’s head, and he knew why the second your eyes locked. Your faces were close, closer than you had expected them to be when you’d turned your head. Your noses were almost touching.

“Eddie,” you whispered. You didn’t want to do anything rash if this wasn’t really his feelings talking. But he just shook his head, refusing to let you speak. He didn’t say anything either, instead he just closed that final piece of distance. You hadn’t thought you would have ended your night with kissing Eddie, and you didn’t think this was how kissing him would feel either. But it was like a dream. You had always dreamed of experiencing one of those kisses you saw in the movies or read about in those books you liked so much. It truly was the out of this world experience they all described it to be, but due to your circumstances, there were underlying issues that you were trying to ignore.

The night ended shortly after the first kiss, with him acting extra gentlemanly and walking you home, and although it could have been just as sweet and blissful as the way there, but you were much too caught up in your own head.

You felt terrible. Guilt was building in your stomach by the moment as he walked you back to your home. He was chatting away, rambling on about who knows what. You couldn’t bear to listen, you were too caught up in your own head– your own negative thoughts– to even think about the words leaving his mouth. Was this considered taking advantage of the poor guy? Did he really want to kiss you? The more you considered it, the more you wished you hadn’t done it.

»»——⍟——««

After your date, you tried to avoid Eddie. It was the guilt more than anything, plus a slight fear that if— not when considering you were still at a loss— you got this potion to wear off, he was going to hate you.

He didn’t seem to want to leave you alone though. It was still a daily thing that he showed up at your house, and it was very rare that you let him in. Most of the time you just pretended no one was home. After a while he caught on, it wasn’t like you would go anywhere out in Hawkins anyway, and there weren’t that many places that nobody frequented. If your fear was seeing other people, that didn’t leave you with many options.

“Y/N, come on. I know you’re in there,” he whined, rapping his knuckles on the door repeatedly. “Just tell me if I did something, please.” You didn’t know if it was his words that made you open the door, or the incessant, annoying, sound of his knocking.

With a deep sigh, you realized you couldn’t hide from him forever.

You built up your courage, telling yourself that if he was angry with you, all you needed to do was apologize, then hopefully you could go back to the blissful affections you had for one another. Despite the nerves swirling in your stomach at the idea of seeing him again, you still pushed yourself to your feet, closing the gap between you and the door. You muttered a few words of encouragement under your breath, then tugged it open. Coming face to face with him this time, was the same as every other time. You got the same flutters in your chest seeing his smiling face.

You felt bad that you couldn’t show him more excitement through your expression. “Hey. What’s up?” you greeted, simply.

He laughed, head cocking to the side slightly. “What’s up? Where have you been for the last few days?” His mood seemed to be light and airy, how he’d been around you for a while now.

A smile was forced onto your face, one that you hoped was convincing enough not to hurt his feelings. “I, uh, I’ve been trying to find a solution. I’m still coming up empty, pretty much.” If anything, it made you feel even more guilty to admit. In reality you had been daydreaming about the kiss you’d shared for much too long, you’d had barely any time to work on what you promised you would. It basically looked like you weren’t even trying. If you had really been dedicating all this so-called time to this task, surely you should’ve figured it out by now.

“Oh, that. Yeah, don’t worry about it.”

Your brow furrowed, eyes squinting at him. How could he just brush it off like it didn’t even matter? Did he suddenly, somehow not care that he was in this position? You laughed, shaking your head in confusion. “Don’t worry about it? Eddie, how could I not, you- the only reason you’re here right now is because of me.”

He couldn’t lie to you any longer, not that he was lying exactly, he just wasn’t giving you the full story. “About that, uh, it actually wore off, a couple days ago.”

The words made it feel like your entire reality was crashing down. You weren’t sure what to think about it. “What?” you questioned, unsure if you’d heard him right.

He had the biggest grin on his face. You didn’t think he’d ever looked more innocent and cheery than he did right now. “The potion. It wore off a couple days ago. I think I could have actually fallen in love.” Now that he’d repeated his previous statement, and given you a brief explanation (though one you didn’t ask for), you were aware that you had heard him correctly, and it managed to make your blood boil as much as it did the first time around.

You didn’t even know where to start with your yelling. “You lied to me,” you said. It was more like a realization to yourself than a dig at him. At least the first time you said it. “The second time came with a rough hit to his chest. You lied to me!”

He took a step back, eyes widening at how loud and angry your voice had suddenly gotten. He’d been expecting you to react positively to that, not like this. All you had been wanting since you met him was for this to wear off, and now that it finally had, you were upset with him? He didn’t understand where he’d gone wrong. “Y/N, I—“

You shook your head, eyes squinted at him angrily. “You don’t get to try and explain yourself. Do you know how guilty I felt, Eddie?” It was rhetorical, but you had opened his eyes to a whole new wave of understanding. He hadn’t thought of it that way. It made a hell of a lot more sense as to why you were so shocked he’d waited days to tell you. “I can’t believe you would lie to me about this.”

There was a painful attempt to backtrack on his part. “No, no, I–” But you weren’t willing to listen to it for a second.

You scoffed. “Was any of it true? Were you ever really feeling any effects or did you just want to be another one of those people in this town who makes fun of me!” Of all the people you thought would do this to you, Eddie wasn’t one of them. You’d trusted him when you apparently shouldn’t have, it felt like a betrayal.

“Y/N–”

“No. You don’t get to stand there and lie, or give me some shitty excuse.” Even if you could have heard him out and found out a lot more about the situation, you didn’t want to. You were done with listening. Your own anger was clouding your ability to think smartly. Not that he deserved you acting like the bigger person right about now. “Just, get out of here, Munson.”

The way you spat his last name made his chest burn, able to sense the hatred and the anger coming off of your body in waves. You didn’t waste any more time before slamming your door in his face, letting your emotions shine through once you could no longer see him. He could probably hear the sound of your upset and frustration through the door, but you didn’t bother yourself thinking of how he felt right about now.

As for Eddie, he was still in a slight bit of shock. Everything in the last few minutes had just happened so quickly, that he struggled to process how he could have fucked off so badly, so fast. “Shit,” he cursed. And he definitely had no idea that would be the last time he saw you for a while. But every single person would hear about it in his life until he came up with a solution on how to make things better.

»»——⍟——««

For the last few weeks, Eddie had been trying to catch you to apologize. The first few days, he was advised by his friends to let you have some space. But after that he couldn’t help himself. He knew where you lived, and you didn’t exactly go out much, so he thought it would be simple, but either you were staying elsewhere, or just refusing to open the door. It hurt him to think you were doing one of those things, especially if the purpose was to avoid him. He should have just been honest with you, not drag it out like he did. It was all his own fault. All his friends agreed on that one piece of information.

Through all types of weather over the next month, rain, heavy wind, sunshine, he sat outside of your home, hoping you would let him in to talk at some point. But you didn’t, you just listened, unbeknownst to him. For all he knew he was talking to an empty home.

“I meant what I said, about actually falling in love with you,” he admitted. “I don’t know how, or when, it happened. But it did. And I really want to apologize for not telling you sooner.” His tone sounded so genuine. The words felt like a stab to the chest, a frown curling on your lips at the idea of shutting him out after that admission.

He was starting to get through to you and you hated it. There was a brief moment where you considered opening the door to face him, but you decided that was a lapse in judgment. Last minute you decided against it. “I’m just gonna leave this here. It’s a letter, and I really hope you decide to read it.”

You waited until you didn’t hear the crunching of twigs or leaves any longer, telling you that he’d officially left. Knowing he’d finally figured his way from your home back out of the woods, actually made you smile a little bit. It reminded you how much progress he had made over the last couple weeks, since you first met. After he was gone, you let your curiosity get the better of you, opening the door to see the exact letter he was talking about sitting on your doorstep. Your name was scribbled in terrible handwriting, but that just confirmed to you it was actually written by Eddie.

You broke the seal of the envelope it was in, pulling out the piece of folded paper that he had used to write his feelings.

When you looked down at it, there wasn’t much on the paper, but it was heartfelt to say the least. He spoke about how that first time he saw you, there was a spark of something in his chest, whether it was because you were a pretty girl his age or not. He promised you that he wasn’t pretending at first, the effects of the potion had very much started as real, but over the week that followed, they had slowly begun to fade away. It was just like you had shown him in that book of yours, the potion wore off when the individual really fell in love with the first person they saw.

You knew it was down to you that he’d had to apologize this way. If you’d opened the door for him at any point then he might have said these things to your face. But you promised yourself, the next time he came knocking, even if you didn’t forgive him right away, you would at least hear what he had to say. You hated that you wanted to forgive him.

That time came the following day, when you were letting the stray cat, who’d you given the name Norman, back outside after you fed the poor thing. That was when you saw Eddie. He was sitting up against a tree nearby, looking visibly distraught. You had no idea how long he’d been there, but you could tell he was shivering, so it might have been a while.

When he heard the door open his eyes shot in your direction, wide and hopeful. He was on his feet in seconds, watching as the cat ran off in the opposite direction. He smiled a little at the fact that was the thing he’d been right about when you first met.

“What are you doing here?” he heard you call. He couldn’t figure out if you were annoyed that he’d shown up again, or actually happy that he was here. He didn’t think it would be the second option, even as much as he wished that it was.

“Look, I, I don’t know if you read my letter, but—“

“Eddie,” you cut him off. You didn’t need to hear him delve into a long apology again. His eyes flickered to yours, looking soft and borderline tearful when they locked. It was those same sweet eyes again that made your knees feel weak and unstable. You dislike the effect he was having on you when you were supposed to be irritated with him. It made it more than impossible to stay mad. “I read it. Thank you for the apology.”

He flashed you a tight lipped smile, unsure of what he was supposed to say from there. He wasn’t the best when it came to these types of situations. He had never really had enough friends to piss off the way he did to you, so he hadn’t yet mastered how to apologize to someone he really cared about. After this though, he would for sure learn. He thought the best way of going about his next move, would be to move on.

“I actually found something I was going to show you that day,” he told you, pulling a shred of paper from his pocket. He spoke while beginning to unfold it. “When you mentioned D&D, I thought it couldn’t hurt to see if there was anything there that might help,” he explained. His face lit up a little bit. “I remembered playing with some friends a while back, and I read this thing, somewhere, so I threw in this really cheesy moment where a love potion only wore off… if both people fell in love.”

He handed you the paper now that it was unfolded, the exact page of the book from the library (which he shouldn’t have taken) where those words were splayed out across the page. It was only moments later when you realized what he was implying. Not only had Eddie fallen in love during that week, but you had too, and you knew it. You were part of the reason the potion wore off, without even noticing it.

“Oh.”

The joy that was once on his face left immediately. “Is that a good oh, or a bad oh?” His hands trembled a little bit as he waited for you to answer that question. He was praying for the former, because he thought hearing the latter come from your mouth might actually crush him.

“All that time we spent searching.” You huffed a laugh. “But, it’s a good ‘oh’, I think.”

Getting that confirmation meant he didn’t waste any time, setting his hands on your cheeks and pulling you into the first kiss the two of you had shared in weeks. Just as good as the first time you noted. “Does this mean you forgive me?” he mumbled, pulling away only for a brief second to breathe.

“You’re forgiven. Sort of.”

He didn’t exactly know what that meant, but he was willing to take it anyway. It was better than a straight up no. “I can live with that,” he rejoiced.

»»——⍟——««

It was Eddie who decided you needed a proper first date, one where both parties were fully aware of what they were getting into and their real feelings. Now that there was nothing clouding his head, and there was no guilt needed on your behalf, you thought it would be the perfect time to go ahead with it.

You were heading over to his home first, getting to see the place he lived for the first time, then from there he was taking you somewhere. This time around, in preparation, you had warned him about your fears of heading out into public, so thankfully he had taken that into account. The only person you would have to see tonight, besides Eddie of course, was his uncle. Who seemed like an absolute sweetheart right from when he opened the door.

“So, you’re the friend,” he observed, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he looked at you. You were exactly what he expected you to be. His nephew loved making friends that had his shared interests or ‘style’ he supposed. It was just nice for Wayne to see a girl his age for once– possibly a girlfriend, he didn’t know, Eddie hadn’t told him much– rather than a bunch of nerdy kids.

“That I am,” you confirmed.

He nodded, offering you a kind smile. “Kids taking his time doing his hair, he’ll be out soon,” he let you know. “Come on in, you can wait on the couch.”

You chuckled. The idea of Eddie standing in front of the mirror, fixing his hair over and over in the hopes he would look perfect for you and your date. You were confident he had taken more time getting ready today than you had. The thought was entertaining. “Thank you.”

You and Wayne made brief conversation, exchanging basic information and making friendly small talk. From that it was a miracle that you ended up side by side on the couch, an old photo album opened across both of your laps, showcasing pictures of Eddie throughout the years. Every now and then there would be one that you knew he’d hate, one so embarrassing he could kill his uncle for even showing it to you.

That was how he found you both.

When he exited his room, grin on his face at the thought of seeing you, hair styled perfectly, he hadn’t expected to see you and Wayne laughing loudly, especially not over pictures of him.

“What are you doing?” he froze, blood running cold at the sight in front of him.

His uncle beamed, evilly he might add. “We’re looking at you as a baby, kid.” It was obvious, Eddie already knew what you guys were doing, but the older man took a lot of joy in seeing his nephew flush like a nervous child.

“You were so cute,” you gushed. He huffed, suddenly getting the feeling back in his body, which allowed him to storm over that and tear the photo album away from his uncle’s grasp. Wayne laughed at his dramatics, watching the boy put the book back on the shelf, high on the shelf where he thought no one else would be able to easily get it. You knew what his uncle meant now when he told you the kid had always been a drama queen, right from day one.

“We’re leaving,” he announced, taking your hand and shooting the older Munson another glare before the two of you exited the trailer. He didn’t say anything as he led you to his van, or when he opened the door for you, or when he climbed in the driver’s side himself. Only when he had settled, seat belt on and a deep breath exhaled, did he begin to speak. He seemed to be in a much better mood this time around.

“Now that it’s just us,” he began, leaning forward to peck your lips quickly. You smiled, stealing another after deciding the one he gave you was much too quick. “Hi,” he whispered.

“Hi, Eddie.”

There was another beat of silence that surrounded you both before he looked away. He’d just wanted to take another second to admire you before he had to begin driving. And it had been worth it in his opinion.

“You know, I’m never leaving you two alone again,” he said. You knew who he was referring to, and the idea of him actually putting that into place was rather upsetting. You hadn’t known Wayne long at all, but you could already see yourself spending much time with your boyfriend’s uncle. He seemed easy to get along with— especially when he was telling you embarrassing stories about Eddie, (which is the exact reason he didn’t want you near him in the first place). “I’ll make sure of it.”

“And how do you plan on doing that? You know I’m a witch, right? I’ll find a way.”

He rolled his eyes, taking his eyes off the road for a couple seconds to glance your way. You were grinning at him, the smile that always made his heart flutter with pure joy. “I’ll do everything in my power to–” He was confused when he was suddenly cut off. Though it wasn’t in an interruption kind of way, it was more of a ‘my girlfriend just cast a spell and now I can’t speak’ way. He was less than impressed.

You however, were very proud of yourself. That was a spell you never thought you would have gotten to use when you learned it all those years ago. “Much better.” So, no matter how irritating Eddie Munson could be, you were pretty sure that faulty love potion was the best thing that could have ever happened to you.

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#eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson x witch!reader #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things fic

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starry-eyed-never-satisfied · 19 days

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For the ask game - 6, 19 [KISS], 22 [Paul] - please!

19. What's your favourite thing about [fandom] (the people in it, not the media you're all enjoying together)?

For the longest time I thought that the things I thought about them, headcanons, horny thoughts, writing fan fic, was weird. So I kept all that stuff to myself. Then when I discovered tumblr and found out I wasn't the only person who did that, it was a realisation that I'm not a freak! There are others like me! Kissblr is awesome! There are so many talented writers, artists and just lovely people. Even posting about non-KISS stuff, I get such wonderful supportive feedback, and it's just a wondereful feeling that although I haven't met any of you, you care.

22. Give us a headcanon for Paul

Paul is not fond of doing interviews, he's never fully gotten over the anxiety of talking to people. He doesn't hate them, he knows its part of the job, and he loves his job, but it is outside his comfort zone. If he's doing it with Gene, if the anxiety gets too much, he will lean closer or against Gene, just for comfort.

6. Show us a bit of a WIP!

This one is called Coming Home and it is the one I asked for help with on driving from LA to New York

He was stuck.

Stuck in the middle of nowhere.

Gene went to the phone booth and called the operator. “Collect call please,” he said and recited the only number he could think of.

The phone rang.

Paul rolled over, arm emerging from the covers, grabbing at it.

“Ugh.”

“Collect call from Gene Simmons, will you accept the charges.”

Paul’s eyes jerked open. Why was Gene calling collect?

“Sure,” he replied.

“Paul,” Gene gasped. “I’m in the middle of nowhere, the car broke down, I lost my wallet!”

Paul sat up. “Where are you?”

“I don’t know!”

Paul shut his eyes. “Calm down,” he said. “You must know where you are. Are you back in New York? Or in LA?”

“I’m trying to come home,” said Gene. “I don’t wanna do the movies anymore. I want to come home. To you. To KISS. I don’t know where I am.”

“Okay,” Paul said gently. “Take a deep breath. Think Genie. What was the last state line you crossed? What cities have you passed through?”

“I left Denver this morning. I was supposed to be in Omaha by tonight, but the weather was terrible!”

“Good boy. You’ve found a phone booth, so there’s businesses nearby?”

“Yes.”

“What are they?”

“Most are dark, but there’s a motel.”

“What’s it called?”

Gene wiped at the fogged up window and peered up the road at the neon sign. His heart sank. “BJs.”

There was a muffled sound on the other end of the line.

“Paul Stanley, are you laughing at me?!”

#thanks for the ask!#kiss fanfiction

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eggtartz · 1 year

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a/n : SANZU YOUTUBER FIC FINALLY DONE NYEHE, pretty long because i've been wanting to do this for a long time

summary : q&a with sanzu 🫶🏻

masterlist

: ending manga spoilers!

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sanzu : hi everyone welcome back to my youtube channel, hope you're going well! anyways as you can see i have two chairs today but spoiler alert it's not for senju it's for.. cue the dramatic music!

y/n : *makes drumrolls noises with a pan*

sanzu : my girlfriend, y/n!

y/n : *holding the pan* hi everyone! oh gosh a bit nervous here i-

sanzu : babe? the pan..

y/n : o-oh yes *puts pan aside* well, let's just move with it yes?

sanzu : yeah so we're going to do a q&a for y/n and she's going to answer to each one of them yes?

y/n : yup!

sanzu : awesome so first question, where did you first met me?

y/n : oh wait i don't think im allowed to say that *giggles while not looking at the camera because it felt awkward*

sanzu : i mean it's been a long time ago

y/n : i mean, we met at a gang meeting and him and senju was my division captain and vice captain so senju kinda matched us right haru?

sanzu : yeah she kept doing these dates which were disguised as meetings so we could see each other everyday

y/n : remember that day she ditched us in the middle of nowhere? *sanzu laughs while running away while y/n laughs, face out of frame*

sanzu : no, everyone imagine! we had an argument yeah and senju just left us on the street! *sanzu yelled from across the room while y/n is gasping for air still outside from the frame*

y/n : oh gosh and our phones weren't with us too, shinichiro had to pick us up and we got scolded

sanzu : *finally sitting down* oh gosh okay second question, what's the thing you like most about me?

y/n : wait there's so many things i like about you

sanzu : list three of them

y/n : ..... *stares at sanzu's face*

sanzu : how dare you?

y/n : *laughs and face gets out from the frame again* okay, geez he's so grumpy! alright, you're gentle haru i like that. you're selfless too and cares about me a lot even though you don't show them. i appreciate that

sanzu : *dramatically wiped non-existing tear* i love you too babe. okay next question, what was your first impression of me?

y/n : i was like ayo damn he's prettier than me?!

sanzu : NO WAY

y/n : it's not like in a mean way babe, it's like almost like majestic way kinda because your lashes are very pretty i love staring at them

sanzu : is that why mikey always said you're daydreaming at meetings hm?

y/n : mikey doesn't know what he's talking about!

sanzu : aight next question, do you like my siblings?

y/n : ain't no way you're asking me that question babe. THAT'S BORDERLINE DUMBAS-

sanzu : ITS THE QUESTION'S FAULT NOT MINE

y/n : SHOULDN'T YOU HAVE READ THE QUESTIONS BEFOR-

sanzu : NEXT QUESTION

sanzu : people keep asking do you we have a matching tattoo, so is it a real tattoo and if it's real how many did we got together

y/n : we've been together for three years and we did four tattoos right? *fingers lifted showing four fingers while sanzu nodded*

y/n : we did one at the back, at the neck, at my ankle, your collarbone and at the ribcage

sanzu : do you have a favorite one?

y/n : the one on the back is really cute, it's that silly childish things where you have to like finish the sentence so you need to have two parts of the tattoo but i like how cute it was. plus ran did it for us so it was more memorable that day

sanzu : yeah the way he kept chattering at that day wow fucker really has a lot of energy. okay next, where was our first date?

y/n : wait we have several first dates *snorts* because we kept getting distracted by the division members and the others kept bugging us so there was attempts for a first date but i think the sunflower field? right?

sanzu : mmh i think so too. that was the only date we had in the early days where the others weren't bugging us

y/n : *makes eye contact with the camera* oh shit i forgot we're recording uh anyways sanzu here said he found a place so we both went there and had a simple picnic. it wasn't much or fancy but it was nice and we still go there if we have time

sanzu : yeah, the place is really nice and windy and everything. gotta love the place

y/n : gotta love the flowers there too!

sanzu : okay so what's your favorite thing to do with me?

y/n : i like doing everything with you haru

sanzu : *grabbing the pan earlier* im about to hit myself with this pan woman you're so sweet to me stop it

y/n : *laughing while smacking the table* i really do though! maybe waking up next to you? mornings with you too i think? but i also like *y/n kept talking while sanzu has left his chair and laid down in the floor, face down* HARU?!

sanzu : i don't deserve you..

y/n : get up!

sanzu : okay last question

y/n : shoot!

sanzu : can you imagine yourself marrying me? *sanzu throws the phone and hides his face in his hands*

y/n : *blushes too* i mean, you were planning to be my fiance next year right?

sanzu : yeah *muffled*

y/n : so yes! i'll marry you haru, no doubts!

sanzu : okay guys videos over, next video is me vlogging our wedding reception

y/n : that's so soon!

sanzu : okay guys i think that's it for today? hope you enjoyed this chaos of a video and do leave comments down below if you would like y/n to be our guest often because honestly she's loving this aren't you?

y/n : yup!

sanzu : don't forget to subscribe and hit that like button! bye, y/n say bye!

y/n : bye! *kisses the lens of the camera*

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bloopers

sanzu : someone asked ass or tits what the fuck

y/n : but you don't have tits haru

sanzu : no it's a question for me i think but excuse me i have a little bit at my chest area

y/n : no you don't *sips coffee*

sanzu : you- SENJU! SENJU GET YOUR ASS HERE FOR A BIT!

senju : *kicks the door while wearing a headset* wassup?

sanzu : she said i don't have tits is that true?

senju : what the fuck? *senju wears the headsets back in her ear and walks away*

y/n : okay fine you have tits but not actual breasts tits. they're there

sanzu : really?

sanzu : *🥺* thankyou for saying that, draken has been training my weak ass so having tits motivate me more

y/n : say that again?

a/n : i love chaotic youtuber sanzu

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x yn #fluff #sanzu x y/n #haruchiyo sanzu x reader #haruchiyo sanzu #sanzu akashi #sanzu haruchiyo #haruchiyo fluff #tokyo revengers haruchiyo sanzu #akashi haruchiyo #haruchiyo x reader #sanzu fluff #sanzu x reader

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persnicketypomelo · 1 year

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All right my dude, you ask for some different fandom request(s) and here I am.

What do you think of someone meeting the T1000 from Terminator 2 and (somehow!) the machine decided that it has a strange affinity for you? That it would rather follow you and insure you’re safety than to hunt down John Connor.

If you’re unfamiliar with the fandom/don’t want to write for the character I totally understand.

May inspiration strike you like lightning on whatever you decide to write!

That's a really good idea! The actor who plays T-1000 is really good at portraying a robotic inhuman android--awesome performance from him in the movie.

Yandere T-1000 Scenario

These androids have some degree of sentience, not in the way that we are familiar with as humans, but enough to make independent decisions

As to why his or its focus shifts to you is a bit of an anomaly

Perhaps you remind him, in some way, of the target he was sent to the past to eliminate

Humans are simple, fleshy, vulnerable

Maybe that is why the T-1000 decides you are in need of its protection

It is unlikely you would know that this android is stalking you at first

Eventually, the odd feeling that something is off in the people around you creeps up, to the point you can't ignore the uncomfortable sensation

So you decide to test your uneasiness by casually bringing up past memories in conversation with the suspicious friends and family, but with a deliberate error

Perhaps an important detail left out or a construed event

To your alarm, none of the people you test point out your mistake

Something is definitely wrong

It's why you take a few essential belongings and drive out-of-town to a motel in the middle-of-nowhere

Just until you can figure out what is making the hair on the back of your neck quiver and stand on end

You pull into the parking lot only to be greeted by a young boy trailed by a stoic looking man in sunglasses

It is hard to believe the boy--John Connor as he calls himself--when he says that you're being followed by an android sent from the future

It is even more impossible to believe when the man behind the boy, who also claims to be a robot, says that the...thing...following you is a T-1000 android, an advanced, indestructable model sent by some company called "Skynet"

You almost entertain the possibility that you are dreaming this whole interaction, until the man--android tells you that this model shapeshifts into people it's killed

And then you connect the dots with the strange behavior of your friends and family...

Had that...thing killed them? Was it using their forms to deceive you? What did it want from you?

The android accompanying the boy notes that it is quite unusual that the T-1000 had not killed you yet, and it puzzles both of them as to why it is stalking you

All you know is that the boy tells you that his android will keep you safe, and offers for you to join them in their journey to Pescadero State Hospital

With little other options to avoid the android invading your life, you agree to go with them

When you next encounter the T-1000, you know it is him the moment you see his dead eyes in the asylum

You've never see that face before, but you recognise the unsettling chill you feel run down your spine

And that he-it melts through the bars of the gate as soon it meets your eyes

As if the android could just choose what physical laws apply to him

The whole time as you glance back the rear window of the police car, until his running form fades to a small speck, you can feel his eyes trained on you

Even once he's no longer out of sight, you know better than to believe that you're safe

Your nightmares are just beginning

#terminator #terminator 2 #t 1000 #john connor #reader insert #x reader #stalking #horror #yandere

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toomanyplotbunnies-sendhelp · 3 months

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Hello and welcome to Day 13 of "Let's Explore My Plot Bunnies"

I have been a bit under the weather so this is a bit later than I would have liked to post but oh well...

As I said in yesterday's post, today I will talk about another My Hero Academia System AU, but this time, Izuku is unlucky to be actually trapped (alongside other people - OCs mostly) into a System that gives them a series of tests with the very real possibility of them dying during said tests.

This idea is heavily inspired by the novel (and manhwa) "Global Examination" - which I urge you to check out cause it is awesome.

The title for this fic is: System 16-564-53

(The title is kinda important for the story so if you wanna, try deciphering it)

In this AU, Izuku never went to U.A, thus never becoming a hero nor getting All Might's Quirk - which means Mirio got One for All.

Izuku instead continued his life, getting into college after going into military service for a year or so. While in college, Izuku gets a sketchy email about him being selected as a participant in a contest, which he ignores. At least up until Izuku wakes up in the middle of nowhere (together with 9 more strangers) where System 16-564-53 tells them they are in a series of tests where their lives will be at stake.

Of course, one of the people there doesn't believe an iota of what it was said by the System, which prompted it to kill the "nuisance" as a warning for the other "players".

And so, Izuku finds himself in a position where his insecurities need to be left aside so that he can get out of here alive - and, hopefully, he can help the others survive too.

Unbeknownst to Izuku, the System is actually a part of All For One - one of the many Quirks he stole - which has its own hidden agenda with the tests. One thing is for sure, however, this is CLEARLY not the first time such tests have happened.

Some details:

Most of the people Izuku interacts with in the System are OCs. But there will be mentions of some other characters from the series.

Izuku is badass and has so much knowledge that comes in handy here.

Because Izuku is badass, most of the other "players" actually fall for him. I actually have an OC that I literally called "Simp" in my notes. His name is Yutō and he is my baby.

I actually have an Alternate AU where Hero!Izuku from Canon meets Yutō from the canon dimension, and they fall in love there, too.

Numbers and how things are worded play a very important role here.

All For One is the cause of everything and Izuku, in any universe, still ends up fighting against him. (Poor guy, even in an alternate universe, he can't take a break)

So this is about it. What do you think? Good? Bad? Kinda crazy/crack idea?

Let me know!

Have a great day/night and take care of yourselves!

Till tomorrow,

-TooManyPlotBunnies-Send Help

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fandomanimatic-tournament · 7 months

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Fandom song animatic tournament: Bracket 2 Side B

The Mind Electric - Miracle Musical

"See how the brain plays around And you fall inside a hole you couldn't see And you fall inside a hole inside a- Someone help me Understand what's going on inside my mind Doctor I can't tell if I'm not me"

The Nowhere King - Centaurworld

"Hush now, hide, all you little ones Rush now, into the middle of nowhere Singing and laughter will die Dreamless sleep follows the Nowhere King When his kingdom comes, darkness is nigh"

Remember that we're voting on how Iconic they are for ANIMATICS, not for the song itself. In order to make things fair, the tone and mood of the song should not affect how iconic it is (for example, a serious song should not be considered more iconic than a joke song just because it's serious)

Propaganda and animatic links of the songs under the cut:

The Mind Electric - Miracle Musical

Propaganda:

the CLASSIC insanity song. you have a character that goes a little crazy? a little wacky? you will see the mind electric used for them. there are more well known tally hall related songs, but this one is def the one you see the most animatics of just because its so specific to this very popular trope. of going a little wacky.

1. It's a banger. 2. It's about a man going through electric shock therapy after being accused of murder. 3. It's got animatics in fandoms from FNAF to Gravity Falls to Hermitcraft. 4. It's by Miracle Musical, AKA Tally Hall. 5. It's just awesome.

Visuals alone are absolutely insane most of the time

Animatics with the song:

QSMP

FNAF

Deltarune

Spider Man: Across The Spiderverse

Gravity Falls

Life Series Martyn

The Nowhere King - Centaurworld

Propaganda:

It’s like one of the most popular villain songs that isn’t Disney and it’s AMAZING and the VIBES and the lyrics and it fits so many characters and eehee Centaurworld

SPOOOOOOOOKY TIMES!

Animatics with the song:

Deltarune

ENA

Over The Garden Wall

The Owl House

Hollow Knight

Please be cautious and read the title, description and warning cards on the animatic videos if you decide to watch them. If you've got specific triggers I'd recommend even more caution when watching animatics of fandoms you don't know, since sometimes canon-typical themes don't get warnings.

Please keep in mind that I don't know all the media and fandoms of the animatics provided as examples and I don't have the time (nor the will) to research them all. Don't come into my notes or my ask box complaining about them being included, I will simply block you. If a ship animatic included is about an adult and a minor, do tell me and I'll take it out of the post

ALSO keep in mind that I don't know all the artists submitted; in fact, even if I do know them I do not know absolutely nothing about them as people (I do not have twitter nor tiktok) and I could not POSSIBLY have the time to research ALL of the artists' controversies and what came of them so PLEASE don't flood my inbox with the artists' entire crime list.

#fandom animatic tournament #tumblr poll #tumblr tournament #tumblr tourney

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